Oopsie Daisie.... Number 3,455,603

Perhaps I should have known what I was getting myself into when I walked through the doors of Costco on a Sunday afternoon. We had just left Mass, and I needed a whole 5 items in bulk. I tend to avoid Costco like the plague, until I can no longer justify paying $5 for 4 rolls of toilet paper at my local grocer and return once again to wholesale heaven to purchase 30 rolls for $13. 

Since Manny has been working like crazy (no exaggeration) and was finally home for the weekend (the crowd of wives in my head chime together: "Hurray for the Husband's return!") I had him drive me to the entrance to "run in for 5 minutes." Gabe started crying and wanted to come with me. I am trying to figure out if he likes going to the grocery store for the variety or if he just likes spending money. "I want the trains!" "I want that!" "Let's go see Christmas!" (meaning the tree lit up in the entranceway, for sale) "Go here!" "See that, Mom?!" 

Pleading with my 3-year old for a moment of silence, I realized I had made my number one mistake for the day: Going to Costco on a Sunday. It would have been easier taking both the kids on a Thursday than the feat I attempted earlier. Lines of oversized carts filled the aisle ways, snarling consumers, "excuse me!" over and over to make barely a leeway of progress. I was miserable.

Not too long inside, I was met by The Ignorer. You know, those people who pretend like they can't hear you politely saying "Excuse Me" behind them because they don't feel like moving. So I added "Mam" to the end of my "Excuse Me" and was still ignored. The coat The Ignorer was wearing was a unisex color of grey, they were tall, broad shouldered, and had short hair. Maybe the she was a he? 

"Excuse me, Sir!"

Ahh yes! Finally! A response! 

Not the one I was looking for...

The Ignorer said to the Costco worker next to us, "Could you please tell the woman behind me I am not a Sir?"

Low and behold, it was a woman!

But I wasn't that embarrassed! Mainly because I had called this pile of rudeness (harsh, I know) a Mam, but she ignored me! Ignored, ignored, ignored! Until I had to wonder if she was a Sir!

Ok, I'm lying. I was completely mortified. And to top it off, we were shopping down the same aisle, and wasn't sure if she was really upset or maybe (maybe?) realized she opened herself up for it after she ignored me for what felt like 5 minutes of "Excuse Me"'s. 

I survived Costco, but I may not survive our 3-year old, who has become the meanest, mouthiest and whiniest kid in all of NY! More on that later, I have an article due by deadline, and 150 cans of diced tomatoes to fit in my pantry!