Today we went to Sam's Club to 1: gain a new battery for my mom's car which I just learned she's had since I was in first grade, and 2: gain foodstuff.
That's a pretty funny word. Foodstuff. Food+stuff=foodstuff. And people tell me angervate isn't a word. At least it's not foodstuff!
While we were there drifting around for food, there was the old lady we kept coming upon. And for some weird reason she hated my guts.
She would just glare at me and sneer, looking genuinely displeased with my existence. It was uncomfortable, but became nearly unbearable when I kept seeing her. Her glare got worse and worse the more she saw me.
It didn't help that she looked like Snape's motion-deprived mother. Riding around in one of those automatic carts, an oblivious old man following her...
I was pretty happy that in the long run, she couldn't run.
She still seemed to hate me for no reason. I don't know if there was some way I was antagonizing her or if she just was an unpleasant person.
Even when we were checking out, there was a line to leave the store and she was waiting in it, glaring back at me. Her husband--I'm assuming--finally took awareness of her innate hatred for me and gave me this terrified and confused look.
I was happy that by the time we got over there there was no line and no demon lady.
But now being home I've found this nice song by nice singing people that makes me happy. Seems like good music to type to.
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