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originally posted by: Staroth
You start a post off with the word hate in the first sentence and then fail to grasp why your experience was so horrible? Is it that hard to figure out?
originally posted by: FyreByrd
originally posted by: derfreebie
a reply to: weirdguy
Immediately bumped. Food shopping and I are old buddies.
Prep is everything for a clogged store.
I'm an old guy, over 60: the Centrum Silver gets ground up
and orally inhaled -- with a couple of slugs of MY coffee.
In a full cup it would cause immediate cardiac arrest in an
otherwise healthy Belgian draft horse. I'll be the last one to
hold up traffic, my reaction time is .32 after that mix.
Light up the damn tree and be afraid of ME
Then I'm off into the store. Never mind the cart dog-tracking
like Jeff's blue Chevy butt after smacking the turn three wall at
Talledega... I'll drag it around behind me like a dead Dachshund
through traffic if necessary, "Tire snakes cleanup in aisle...
just get the Scotchbrites kids. They're out there." The
adolescent finger that presents a pinch point between your mom's
hack and MY malfunctionoid is comin' off like a Corvette four blade
kissed it. And I did NOT warn you to suck it in did I?
My absolute damned favorite is some morbidly obese female
creature parked at the end of the t-bone, RIGHT NEXT to an
already tipsy kiosk of cheese and cracker modules that will rot
long before half of the bastardized building materials are
purchased. Darwin has already done most of those zugs in
that would buy them for anything but wheel chocks for the
RC monster truck.. you fool you swallowed that stuff??
"Roadblock--- party of one." while her grotesque pink fat
choked ear is pasted to the cell like not having talked to her
twin cousin in twenty years. "Did you ever find daddy?"
The smell fends me off from purchasing avocados every time.
The capper, wierdguy I agree: the express line in every single
store in my town should read "15 Minutes Maximum ". Forget 'items',
a sizeable majority of people young and old can't count that far.
Wait -- we'll have to negotiate with the Checkout Manager for
a part cash deal because the card won't swipe all her nutcakes
and 3.2 Boors. We DO have to watch our girlish figure. No honey
just you... your image is burned into my temporal lobes forever.
I wish to thank the Speaker and the gentleman from (unknown),
and relinquish the rest of my time to this detergent suicide.
In fact, those of us who routinely use anger as a “cover-up” to keep our more vulnerable feelings at bay, generally become so adept at doing so that we have little to no awareness of the dynamic driving our behavior.
As I’ve discussed in earlier posts on the subject, anger is the emotion of invulnerability.
Even though the self-empowerment (read, “adrenaline rush”) it immediately offers is bogus, it can yet be extremely tempting to get “attached”—or even “addicted”—to it....
... if we frequently experience another as threatening the way we need to see ourselves (e.g., as important, trustworthy, lovable, etc.).
After all, this is how all psychological defenses work. Simply put, they allow us to escape upsetting, shameful, or anxiety-laden feelings we may not have developed the emotional resources—or ego strength—to successfully cope with.
originally posted by: NeoSpace
I hate going shopping with women, why do you girls have to look at everything on every aisle then when you get to the end of the supermaket start going back looking at stuff again, women make a whole day out of it.
Myself I know exactly what I came in for just get them items pay and go, I'm in and out in 20 minutes no faffing about, when I go with women it's a 2 hour visit.