There's nothing quite like Sam's Club on a Friday afternoon to get one in the holiday spirit.
We were in the area, needed a few things, and our trip coincided with a weekend of sampling. It felt like some strange transformation in which I was surrounded by more food than was humanly possible to consume while people shoved like refugees in some third world country. More than once I had someone reach over my shoulder to grab the bite-sized sample, acting as if their life depended on getting that tidbit of food.
The checkout lines were just as bad. I was blessed to find a relatively short line and overheard a young teenager behind me tell her mother about how someone had stepped in front of her earlier. The mother's gracious response? "I hope you said something!"
Then it was my turn. We stopped to get gas and all the lines were several cars deep, all but one. I failed to realize the intent, however, of a vehicle stopped 3-4 car lengths back and off to the side. When it was finally my turn, the driver of the red truck scolded and told me in no uncertain terms that it was rude to pull in front of someone else. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were waiting." It did nothing to soothe her temper.
All of that for a 3 pound bag of almonds and a box of trashbags. Bah humbug!
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