Gorcery Store Fight

So Baby Girl and I went grocery shopping Monday night, as we have been doing for the past two weeks.  We usually try to go Sunday nights as a family but we just haven't had the time lately.  She is always very good for me because it's usually later in the evening and she is winding down so I don't mind the alone time with her.

I found a line that only had one person in it and he was almost done so I felt pretty lucky considering our grocery store lines can get pretty long.  I started putting my things on the belt and a lady got in line behind me.  Now I'm at the back of the cart try to maneuver my big belly around so I can reach the things in my cart.  Baby Girl was sitting in the front part of the cart, as usual.

I had about half of my items on the belt when the lady behind me grabs a divider and starts putting her things on the belt.  So, not only did she not give me enough room to put all my things on the belt, she also pushed her way up into the aisle so I couldn't move back and get my things out of the cart.

So I just stood there and stared at her.  The entire time she put her shit on that belt, I just stared.  The guy behind her saw it and I'm pretty sure he was scared enough for both of them.  I mean what the hell? 

Finally I just started pushing my stuff front to make as much room as I could and I literally started throwing my stuff onto the belt.  I really couldn't get it up there any other way because she was half way up the aisle.  I kept one of the heavy items and very loudly told the cashier that it didn't fit on the belt.

Meanwhile, my awesome little daughter decided to be friendly and said hi to the bitch behind us.  She responded, of course, and then started talking to her!!!  All while watching me struggle with my fucking groceries!  She even tried to make small talk with me as I was throwing a bag of egg noodles onto the belt. 

Oh I ignored that bitch.

I know that this isn't like an it's the end of the world kind of story but I was so pissed.  I went home and told my husband about it and he laughed hysterically and then told me how proud he was that I kept my composure and didn't hit the bitch.

I mean how rude can you really be?  It wasn't an old lady or anything either.  That I would have been able to understand.  There was no reason she couldn't at least wait until I was done.  Forget the fact that I'm pregnant, it's just rude all around! 

How would you have handled the crazy belt lady?

PS:  I know that this post has a lot of bad words, a lot worse than I normally use, and I do apologize but this is the PG version of how I explained it to my husband.  I was so mad!