fun at the grocery store

I pull into the parking lot and am forced to wait for the lazy fuckers who stalk people that are leaving so they don't have to walk an extra 20 feet into the store. Then I attempt to park in a space but cannot because a stupid woman is letting her kids leave the door of her gigantic SUV hanging open so they can chatter with her as she loads her purchases (no doubt all sorts of unnecessary junk food) into the "cargo area" of her vehicle. Then I have to wait an extra minute for her to place her cart in the planter instead of running it back into the store, or placing it in the cart corrals that are ALL OVER THE PARKING LOT mere steps away from her precious darlings. I'm sure some of you are thinking "well, she couldn't leave her kids ALONE in the car" but that excuse won't fly. The place I shop offers help out to your car. Then she could have utilized that service, and stayed in her car with her kids instead of leaving the door hanging open blocking other drivers access to surrounding parking spaces setting an example of rudeness and setting a poor example of laziness by abandoning her cart. But, whatever. Manners, schmanners. I park my car, grab her cart, and purposely stand behind her so she cannot back out and shoot her a pointed look. She sheepishly smiles at me. I resist the urge to flip her off. Then I go inside and drop off the idiot's cart, grab a hand basket, and navigate the aisles of people pondering one brand of this over that. WTF-ever just buy it, I can't understand why it takes ten minutes to make such a momentous decision. I get what I need in record time, dart into a far away check out lane because I know the "express" never runs as such, thinking that it is far away from the exit so it won't be crowded. Only one person is in front of me. And the bitch decides to pay for her groceries with a check. Who DOES that? In this day and age seriously everyone should have a debit card for trips to the supermarket or Target or the ATM. And she didn't even have it partially complete with oh, say, the date, store, and her signature while she (and I) were waiting. I was ready to scream by the time I left. Thankfully the trip home was without incident. I just want to make myself lunch and take a nap now.