Go Ahead, Talk About Me...

Today I was that woman.

You know the one.

The neighbor who never has the time to mow the lawn except on a Sunday morning. So if it wasn't bad enough that the yard looks like a vacant lot, now you have to listen to their mower before noon on Sunday.

That woman at the dump who has barrels full of recyclables, because once again, she has no other day to recycle them except Sunday.  So you have to wait in the line of cars for her to dump each barrel in the way-to-small opening. 

That woman who while at the dump, had to get back in the line of cars because she saw the exact Fisher Price Little Tykes basketball hoop that her mother's been wanting for her house for the younger grand kids. And then held up traffic (this is more due to a horrible system of waste removal that the town has) while she strategically had to get it into the car with all the aforementioned barrels and her children.

That woman who then decides that even though she knows this is NOT a good idea, she has no food in the fridge and must go to Walmart on a Sunday afternoon.  One kid riding under the cart, kicking her the entire time, the other was obviously over tired, and hid at the end of each aisle until they came around the corner, only to jump out and yell "BOO!"

That woman who got to the checkout, had none of her coupons work, and had her kids fighting over who was going to bag the groceries.

That woman who will probably be on the next "People of Walmart" video clip.

That woman who all the girls at the hair salon will be talking about, since she saw her hair dresser there and quickly scooted down the next aisle in the hopes of avoiding her and the inevitable embarrassment of her horribly behaved children.

That woman...

That was me.

Go ahead. 

Talk about me. 

I'm too tired to care.