Yesterday, I vowed to get out of the house for a little while...for myself. I hadn't driven my car in ten days because Hubby did all the driving on vacation, so I could tend to the kids. Plus, I'd been couped up with all of them for just as long. While I love my children immensely, I needed to get away for my own sanity. Target was calling my name, after all.
I got there and did my shopping, taking my time. I was on my way to the cashier when a woman approached me. She looked like Aretha Franklin without teeth. She asked me if I could help her buy a pizza. Initially, I thought she needed me to get it out of the case for her because she couldn't reach it. At the worst, I thought that maybe she just couldn't read the labels. To my surprise, that is not what she wanted me to do at all.
She actually wanted me to BUY the pizza for her. I laughed at her. It was my first reaction and it was appropriate for the situation. Here I am, with a cart full of stuff for my babies and a few things for the older two, enjoying my only time away from them in ten days and this woman has the nerve to ask me to BUY her a frozen pizza! I asked her point blank what teeth she intended to eat this pizza with. Call me cruel; tell me Karma is going to come back to haunt me; accuse me of being a racist. I don't care. I was not cruel; Karma has already fucked with this lady (I mean, LOOK at her); I would've said the same thing to a white hillbilly crackhead. Panhandling in a Target is just not appropriate. This woman was not starving; she was a con-artist looking for a sucker.
I reported it to the cashier and the security guard. And I marched my happy ass out of that store, unable to contain my laughter and my disdain for the whole situation. I drove my beautiful Honda Pilot to my amazing home and hugged my kids for reminding me of the innocence I come home to every time I leave the house, no matter how much they drive me crazy, at times. Karma has, indeed, paid me back for the good things I've done in my life.
And that woman? Yeah, she can go suck it. Seriously, panhandling in a Target?! Is this the new place for beggars? Honestly. I am appalled...so appalled I'm laughing my ass off right now. She's lucky I didn't belt out "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" at the top of my lungs. And I can
sing it. Heh.