Grumpy Old Men
Posted By judy on May 19, 2012
There is this little old man that frequents Walmart. I know that he’s just trying to be helpful, but I tend to try to avoid him because every single time I see him, he stops me and looks through my cart. He then searches through his hundreds (no exaggeration) of coupons to try to help me save a little money. I appreciate his efforts, but he really stops me every single time he sees me, even if we’re in the next aisle over. I try to be polite and thank him for the coupons that he thrusts at me, and politely decline the ones that I cannot use.
I really do try to be polite, even though he’s tried to touch the babies face on more than one occasion, which I don’t tolerate. I try to be polite when he tells me that I need to relax every time I step between him and my young son. I try to be polite even though I’ve been stopped more than 10 times in a single grocery shopping trip. I try to be polite even though I have a baby who is on a limited schedule for “Happy Baby Time” and will quickly jump to “Cranky Screaming Madman Baby Time” if we keep having to stop for cart search and coupon search. (And if I have to keep backtracking to avoid Coupon Man).
I do try to be polite because I know that he’s just trying to be helpful.
Today I had to go to Publix. We were walking down an aisle when a man approached me and said, “Excuse me, ma’am…” It was Coupon Man. I stopped, only to see how far behind me my older two were. He started to hand me some coloring books, and I said, “No, thank you, ” and started to walk away. He snapped and rudely said, “They’re not for YOU!” and handed my older kids the coloring books. I stood there, in shock that this old man had yelled at me. I couldn’t even react! Now, I know it’s not candy, and shouldn’t have been a big deal, but as there mother, I think that I should get a say in things my kids accept from anyone. I know it was just a couple coloring books, but I was uncomfortable with my kids accepting them from a stranger, especially after he was so rude to me. Sure enough, the rest of our visit at Publix, the kids weren’t paying attention to me or their surroundings because they were looking through the coloring books or trying to show them to the baby.
Maybe I’m just being a grump, but I think I’m done with being polite!

























