Tonight was shopping night.  It’s something we do twice a month.  We have to go to three different stores in order to get the best prices on our supplies.  We first go to Walmart, then Costco, and then our local value grocery store.  Tonight, we were on out way to Walmart.  We were driving on the highway, our baby boy talking sweetly in the backseat when Jessie had to switch lanes in order to make his turn off.  It was a standard lane-switch.  He turned on his blinker, made sure there was enough space and made his lane change.  Then some asshole who, unbeknownst to us, had been speeding in that lane crept up on us and in their piece of shit truck on a lift kit flashed his high beams into our little Ford Focus, causing a slight sense of panic and blindness.  The dipshit then swerved around and flew past us like we were sitting still when actually we were going the speed limit.  I wish I could drag people like that out of their vehicles, slap them silly and scream that I have a baby in my car and if they had caused me to have an accident I would rip their idiotic throat out with my bear hands.

Walmart was very crowded, as usual.  As we were making our way to the front of the store to check out, I noticed a girl wandering around.  You know those posters that are hanging up in Federal buildings with pictures of people before and after meth?  This girl looked like an after.  She was sickly thin, had terrible acne, and had this weird makeup smeared all over her face.  However, when I finally made it to a check out line, I was confronted with someone who made me VERY uncomfortable.  She looked normal enough at first glance…but then I noticed how much she was sweating.  Now granted, it’s not nearly as cold here as it is back East, but it was still coat weather.  There was no reason for this woman to be competely soaked with sweat at a Walmart….if I’m not swaeting even a little (and I sweat ALL THE TIME) then she should be dry.  Then I noticed the way she was fidgeting and how her eyes moved….like a tweaker.  Lukas was sitting in the cart chewing happily on Jessie’s car keys and she comes up to me and yells/asks in a slurred voice “IS YOUR KID THREE?!!?!?”  I look at her for a second.  “Did she say three of free?  Oh Christ, does she want to buy my kid?”  I took the chance that she was trying to be normal and informed her that he’s actually only 16 months old.  She nods, looks at her feet, and wanders back to her cart.  She then comes up to me and starts yelling/chatting about her fiance and his 17 neices and nephews that she has to babysit all the time.  She explained that she has to keep the straight and make sure they are good kids.  Then she turned around and she TOUCHED MY BABY.  SHE TOUCHED HIS BEAUTIFUL RED HAIR!  SHE TOUCHED MY BABY!  I grabbed the whole shopping cart and jerked it forward so that Lukas would be out of her reach and tried to ignore her.  Luckily, she busied herself with loading the belt with her purchases.  When Lukas started saying “Hi” to the cashier, the druggie came back up and yelled/said that he’s a very enthusiastic baby.  The cashier looked at her funny and thankfully hurried us out of there.  Hells bells. 

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