I was walking down the aisle of my favorite grocery store, Trader Joes, when I came across a small pink boot abandoned in the aisle. It looked like it belonged to a toddler about two years old.
As a mother, I immediately picked up the boot and looked up and down my aisle for the child without a shoe. There was no one there.
I stopped my browsing and went to the next aisle over looking for the shoeless kid. No luck.
Next aisle. No one.
Finally, next aisle, I see a woman stopped with a little girl sitting in the cart missing a boot.
I happily approach her holding up the boot while she’s yapping away on her Blackberry.
She looks up, sees me smiling with the boot, abruptly stops her manic conversation, snatches the boot from my hand and very nastily exclaims that she was COMPLETELY capable of getting the boot herself and it wasn’t necessary for me to butt in and bring it to her.
Honestly, I was flabbergasted. I still don’t get it. I just stood there, as that was the last thing on earth I expected her to say.
I finally turned and spun around on my heels and went back to my shopping, three or four aisles over.
I should have given her a little thump with my Crackberry. The witch.
Of all moments, why didn’t I have something witty to say? Dang it.