I'm writing this pumped full of adrenaline. I just went to the supermarket to buy some dog food and you know, I was thinking about how maybe it's the last dog food I would buy and then trying to erase it from my mind because I just hate going to that place. I got in line at the express lane and saw the Enquirer, funny how I never noticed the Enquirer here before, but there was Oprah on the cover with a very unflattering fatty picture of herself and something about Stedman, what he's gay now, who knew......I refused to pick up the rag though, honestly you will not see me actually reading such a thing. I stood feeling irritated at the guy in front of me as he fished coins out of his pocket to pay for his gallon of water. He was probably homeless I figured, but that doesn't excuse you from not being prepared with your money when it's your turn. A young guy got in line behind me with sunglasses on, what a loser I started to think and then thought "shame on me" for being so judgmental today. It's only because my dog's dying that I'm feeling so cranky I told myself. Finally it was my turn and I paid and as I was walking out, I stopped to look at the credit card application for the market, see I've been thinking about switching since the "miles" card I have seems like such a scam what with the annual fee and the difficulty of actually being able to use the miles. Then I heard some hubbub and I turned to see the guy who had been behind me in line running toward me and the exit with a wad of cash in his hands. I instinctively tried to block his way. I did not see the knife in his hand. He seemed not to believe my audacity when I lunged for him and he gave me his best punch in the chest but I gave chase. He tried to break through the window pane to get out while screaming at me to get out of the way. With all my might I threw the cans of dog food at him but he ducked, I missed and he got to the exit door and took off across the lot. I didn't go after him and he was clear across the lot before an employee went after him. The cashier was in tears and the homeless guy, who oddly was still milling about, started telling me how stupid I was, that the guy had had a knife and I was lucky he didn't cut my throat. I clutched my chest and lifted up my shirt to make sure he hadn't stabbed me without me realizing it due to shock. Thank god he hadn't . And what a moron I truly am, I started to think. But it wasn't really rational thinking, it was just instinct. The me I don't even know simply said, "No, you will not do this."
I waited around while the manager was calling the police and when I heard him say, "What? The police don't come for a robbery?" I decided to go home. They don't need any witnesses if the police aren't coming. I'll tell you this, the robber and I shall never forget each other's face.
I'm sure it was drugs, what else would drive someone to rob a supermarket like that? The cashier said she thought he got $80. In a way, I kinda feel sorry for him. On the other hand, I think he might have fractured a rib or two of mine, it's really tender and painful now.
When I got home, the pile of cigarettes beseeched me from their perch on the counter but I stood strong. I acknowledged the desire for a cigarette and then reminded myself that the way I was feeling would not be altered by having one. So I didn't. Woo-hoo for me.
I've got to stop moaning about having nothing to write about. I don't like how the universe is answering that particular gripe.