Just my luck. Maga encounter at the grocery store.
I'm not sure he's Maga, but he fits the description. Old guy with no patience or politeness, but plenty of piss and vinegar. I was making a run through the grocery store to pick up ingredients to a recipe I just made two days ago, so I had all the locations committed to memory. But I hesitated on one aisle, and lingered a second too long. My cart must have been in the center of the aisle and the old guy came up behind me, and went balls to the wall, ramming the side of my cart with his as he passed by.
On instinct, I said, "I'm sorry." But he wasn't going to have any of it. He shook his head to express his sentiment, and never looked back.
And, there is such a thing as poisoning the air. The next aisle over a woman without a mask was walking towards me and was struggling to stifle a cough as she passed me. I directed all the ire that was built up inside from my encounter with the MAGA, and scowled at her. The next time she surfaced, she had moved four aisles down to make sure we didn't criss cross our way through the store.
What comes around, goes around, I guess.
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