The Christmas Grinches are out

So I drove all over Regina on Saturday looking for a rock tumbler. Half the places were charging $10 more than they should be, and the other half didn't have it. But that isn't the issue . . . it is the foul faced, yucky, mean people that don't know how to park in between the lines in a parking lot. I am fortunate because my car is now old enough that I no longer care if I get a dent. Yep . . . if you're the idiot that thinks that you can park any way you want and no one will bother you . . . I am your worst nightmare. I will park exactly between the lines whether you can get into your driver door or not. Dent away . . . because I made sure to open MY door so freaking hard that you'll be remembering me.

The Christmas grouches are already out. They usually come in the form of a 60 year old woman who can't crack a smile and looks me up and down while I patiently wait for her to finish monopolizing the time of the ONLY clerk on the store's floor (Toys R Us? Really! It's time to pay up another $6.50 an hour to get TWO people that know where the hell you keep everything). Just as you think she's done with the clerk, she pulls a giant list out of her ugly purse and uses the clerk as her personal shopper.

Then there is also the 35 - 40 year old MILF who wants the clerk to magically make something appear for her. Yesterday, the woman didn't want the already existing Lego packages . . . she wanted something "nice". Like he was supposed to personally go to Lego Land and create it.

And WHY (OH WHY?) do old people with walkers get their daily exercise in busy parking lots? I really don't think this is the safest place for them to be.

Okay, perhaps the Grinch you need to be ready for is me.