Mind Your Own @*#*$*#@* Business!!!!

I went to Food Lion yesterday to do a big grocery shop, and I had the girls with me. We were in the store like five minutes and Tatum had to use the bathroom. Food Lion is the smallest and least busy grocery store in our area, which is why I go to it (and their produce is good). The bathroom's a few aisles over, Reese wants to go to. I'm like, "hold hands, don't run, go pee, wash hands, come right back, yadda yadda." Not 60 seconds later, I'm perusing the salad dressings, and this middle-aged, pus-gutted, slack-jawed stocker says "Looks like you lost some kids." "They're in the bathroom." "By themselves?" "Yes." "I guess we have no way of knowing if they came out yet or not. pause Find everything you need?" "YES." Instead of telling him off or punching him in the paunch like I should have, I do the mumble while I'm walking away thing. "And I found one thing I didn't need, your opinion......" Then later we see him AGAIN, and he says, "Hey, they're back!" I completely ignore him and continue reading soup labels, blocking him and his cart full of boxes from moving down the aisle for a few minutes. My petty revenge.
I was REALLY pissed. Lately when I get pissed about something I feel like my eyes are going to burst out of my head and my skin's gonna peel off, and it's usually about things that shouldn't piss me off so bad, like Hillbilly Bob's parenting criticism. I don't actually care what he thinks, but like all parents I'm constantly worrying whether I'm doing a good enough job or not, I'm hard enough on myself and don't need strangers' uninformed comments. Not to mention that it is honestly actually the first time I've ever let them go to a rest room that's not directly in my sights before, and listen to me I'm explaining myself!!! @#*@ it! If that loser's ever been married he's probably divorced now, and if he has kids, his wife has custody, and they hate visiting him on the weekends because his trailer smells like corn chips and all they do there is eat bologna and ketchup and watch Nascar. Hopefully they didn't inherit his social skills. I was livid long enough that if I knew what he drove I would've driven back with a pocket knife and slashed his tires. It would've probably been a quick easy job since it's likely a bicycle or a moped.
I told my sister about it and she told me the SAME guy said something to her about her kids climbing on top the cart. "They're gonna fall and get hurt." I wonder just how many mothers Jethro has hacked off? We should start our own group, M.A.M.D.S.A.F.L, Mothers Against Mouthy Douchebag Stockers At Food Lion.
On a cheerier note, we went to go see Full Monty at the college last night, and it was great, it cracked me up. I dare say I may have even liked it better than Footloose. They have another play showing on the weekend of my anniversary, so if my husband's game that's probably what we'll do.
AND we ripped up the carpet in our living room yesterday, and we're putting down wood laminate. Hooray! You should've seen all the DIRT under the carpet and padding, I could've filled one of those turtle sandboxes.