Dear Weekday Shopaholic,

Dear Weekday Shopaholic,

We were all there checking out together . . . waiting in a slow line held up by a woman who was clearly dead set on getting a full discount for a shirt that happened to be misplaced on a clearance rack. She wanted it to be 30% off and she wasn't leaving until she got it. A heated argument ensued.

Our single-file line grew longer and longer as the minutes passed by and the conflict grew stronger. I was next in line, you were at least four annoyed patrons behind me. The frazzled cashier called for back-up. When he arrived, he asked for the next person in line to step forth. Then you, Weekday Shopaholic, darted over to the relief cashier before I even had a chance to blink.

What? How can this be? You were waiting in line with 4 people in front of you for at least 5 minutes. Did you not see them? Were you oblivious? Did it not occur to you that the one who has been waiting the longest is the same one who should be next to check out?

No, you were standing there, merchandise in hand, designer bag on your shoulder, pretending as though you didn't notice a line and anxious to jump in your Audi to head to greener pastures.

Screw you horrible human Weekday Shopaholic. It was my turn!

Love,

Me