These Two Ladies

Today, my mom, brother, myself and our three kids {two mine, one his} decided it'd be fun to take a trip to Costco. Now, after reading Marie's blog entry from yesterday, I was a little hesitant to go and subject myself to the torture that would most likely take place.

Let me tell you, it would have been better had I stayed home. Although, I wouldn't have had the opportunity of buying lots of stuff for ten dollars a piece!

So, we're walking through Costco and we happen to walk by this older couple who are screaming at each other in a foreign language. I would have totally eavesdropped if I could have understood what they were saying. As it was, I can't update you on the nature of their conversation since I have no idea what it was about. The odd things that happen in Costco! But wait, it gets better!

After that, all was good till we got to the check out. There was a little misunderstanding and it was taking a minute to get resolved. In the mean time, this girl {probably mid-20's} and her mom {who are standing behind my mom and have really only been standing there for about 30 seconds} decide that complaining right into my moms ear is for sure going to help things along quicker.

So, for the next few minutes we hear:

"How long is this going to take?"
"This is taking forever!"
"It's not your fault mom. They should know the rules."
"Oh my gosh, this is taking so long."
"Mom, this is taking too long. You go get our food and as soon as they're done I'll be over there."

And on, and on, and on....

Now, I can understand that you're frustrated, but seriously! Making the people in front of you feel like the scum who walk under the scum of the earth really doesn't help.

And then, as I walk over to get the kids something to eat, there they are. Taking about us and laughing. And if you wonder how I know, what gave it away was the loud, "There she is." As I walked up to order food.

If my looks could make people burst into combustible objects I would hope that I did my job. If not, my brother took care of the rest. After I explained what happened, he was slightly agitated. Mostly about the fact that they were picking on my mom. Who is very, very sweet.

So, as we left the parking lot passing the lovely ladies on our way, he rolled his window down, made sure to get their attention and stuck up for my mom. As this is a family blog I won't tell you what was said, but it involved a certain finger and someone getting sick from a certain disease.

Yes, unlike how Marie handled herself yesterday, we were much more mature and grown up.