Mom: So, I was at (a grocery store that shall remain nameless). There was this lady talking on her cell phone in front of me, and it was crowded and she kept stopping every time she’d speak.
Mom: So, finally I couldn’t take it anymore. She stopped again and I rammed into the back of her and, “Excuse me.”
**Well, I’m actually not like this. On the “inside” I toy with the idea of running over the idiots in the grocery store that bug the daylights out me. My mom is 65 and doesn’t give a rat’s patootie these days. I’m the type that mutters stuff under my breath as I pass by and give a dirty look.