Get a Job!

While standing in line at the good ole' Wal-Mart, I was checking out the two carts in front me of.

Yes, I confess that I'm curious to see what you are buying, why you may be making the purchase you are, and then I come up with a life story for you. Just something I do to humor myself while waiting on you to hurry up and finish your flirting with the cashier.

Well, to give you a picture of what I was seeing .....keep reading.

The first person standing in line was an older gentleman, probably in his 60's or 70's.  He looked as if he hadn't had a shower in about three days with a long 'yellow' beard and overalls that looked as if his wife passed away last year and she hadn't been around to wash his clothes, nor make him take a shower and he was enjoying every minute of it.
He probably spent his days smoking his cigars and drinking his coffee while watching the birds outside his picture window. For this story, we'll call him gramps.

Behind him in line was a woman in a spaghetti straped tank top that looked like it was a week due for the washing machine. Mind you, it's December and cold here in Arkansas.  She was wearing some skin tight sweat pants and every roll on her side was showing as well as every dimple on her legs.  She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and had a bad dye job that she probably did herself and just to add to the "GIRL, you need to see my stylist", she had dyed her hair 'yellow' about three months ago and her 'natural' color is dark brown. You see where I am going with this? We'll call her Patsy for this story.

Well, I am standing in line with my bottled water, clothes pins, wrapping paper, and hair spray.  I notice that Gramps' cart is FULL to the brim with childrens clothes, toys, and some toothbrushes.  Patsy's basket is full of enfamil, ornage juice, milk, eggs, and rice cereal. Now, in high school I used to work at Kroger, the local grocery store, and by looking into her basket I could tell she was on food stamps or WIC, the state program that provides families in need the 'give me' mind set with free food. 

The following conversation then happens:
Patsy: Old man, why in the world do you need all these clothes and toys? You don't even look like you have a family to buy for for Christmas.

(While saying this, you can def. see that she hadn't brushed her teeth in quite awhile and I think I could see the green smoke coming from her mouth.)

Gramps: Looks back at Patsy, shakes his head, and continues checking out.

Patsy: Old man, hurry up. I have places to be, things to do. Move a little faster.
(okay so here is the part where I think,

Place to be: crack house.  Things to do: Every neighbor in sight.)

Gramps: Looks back again at her and says, "Go to another line then please. I am sorry, but it may be awhile."
(I am now starting to like gramps A LOT. And I am starting to wish that she would go to another line so I could quit smelling her awful B.O.)

Patsy: Huffs and puffs. Rolls her eyes. Puts her hands on her hips and yells, "Old Man, get a job as the door greeter, you fat, stinky old man."

Me: Lady, please be polite to your elders. (I then turn to Gramps and say...."Take your time, I really don't have to be anywhere.")

He then smiles at me and nods.

I then start to feel bad for him and begin helping him unload his cart onto the belt. We do not exchange any words, but I really really want to give him a hug at this point.

After he is finished checking out, I notice that his bill totaled to over $2,000 dollars. He pulls out his wallet, pays with cash and walks out one happy man, proud of his accomplishments.

Patsy then turns to me and asks me to help her unload her cart. I then ignore her and she then says this....

Patsy: "You'll help an old man, but not me. Trash."

AWWWWW HEck NAW!  She didn't just call ME trash. (points to self) ME? What? ME? OH nawwww...don't make me go off on you and your braless self.

Me: "I only help people who help themselves." Then, I smiled. :)

She then turns to the cashier and starts ranting and raving about Gramps and how long he took to check out. Here comes the best part of the story....r.e.a.d.y?

Cashier: "Ma'am. I am sorry that you feel that way, but that man you called "old man" was buying for the local charity to help families in need for Christmas. He was buying clothes and toys for the local children who may not have anything on Christmas morning. You should probably thank him, because he was probably buying for YOUR kids (points to her)."

Me: *laughs histarically*

Patsy: *points to me* "Probably your kids too."

Me: "Ma'am, I do not have kids, but as someone who works with kids I know exactly how great of a man that was that just walked through the check out. He is truly an angel and you SHOULD have thanked him."

Patsy: "Oh look at you all high and mighty."

Me: "GET A JOB! I am tired of paying for you to be lazy, sit on a couch, and expect something from everybody. Respect yourself, your kids, and others enough to be nice."
At this point I am shaking and really ticked off at her.

*Cheers then came from people behind me and from the check out lines on either side.*

Long story short.....she probably left there that day wanting to dig a hole and crawl in. She probably won't get a job and will continue to live off of others, but I did learn a HUGE lesson that day. Gramps is an angel that will probably provide for Patsy's familiy and will do it with a smile on his face. Next time you'd like to rant and rave, think twice and give 'gramps' a hug and say thank you! :) MERRY CHRISTMAS!