Where Are Your Parents??!!

I am so riled up right now I need to blog just to blow off the extra steam.  I've already vented to my husband and repented to my Lord and Savior but I'm still a little keyed up after grocery shopping tonight.  Drama Blogging relaxes me.

"Who the heck goes full-on grocery shopping at 11:00 at night?!"

That was the 16 year-old kid behind me in line at the grocery store tonight.  And for the record it was only 10:30.

"Seriously, this is ridiculous!"

Ugh.

You know what kid?  People with small children and full-time jobs go grocery shopping at 11:00 at night.  So I'm sorry if I'm cutting into your Red Bull-chugging, Grand-Theft Auto playing, Pokemon card collecting, skateboarding time but the next time that you and your little posse of snot-nosed friends get the midnight munchies, I suggest that you buy your Snickers and Monster Energy drinks at the Plaid Pantry down the street, the line is shorter.

I really wanted to say all of that but I didn't because as Nathan Fillion says, "It costs very little to say something nice, and even less to shut up all together." (Yes, I just quoted Nathan Fillion - you wish you were me right now.)

And of course there's that whole Proverbs 15 thing about a gentle answer deflecting anger and harsh words making tempers flare.  Really God?  You're gonna do this to me now?  I guess that's what I get for asking Him to make me more like Jesus on the way to the grocery store.  I just didn't expect the response time to be so quick.

So I kept my mouth shut.  And I kept my mouth shut as the cashier couldn't get my $5 formula rebate check to run through the machine and the kids rolled their eyes and grumbled and the line behind me got longer and longer.

And I kept my mouth shut as I walked outside to my car and two 11-year olds in the parking lot (seriously, where are these kids' parents?) complained about their friends taking too long in the store.

And I kept my mouth shut as I heard the kid come out of the store and loudly complain to his 11-year old friends that people were buying too much stuff and the lady in front of him had too many coupons.

And I didn't drive past them on my way out of the parking lot because I couldn't promise myself that I wouldn't "accidentally" drive over their skateboards.

So if you, my dear reader, learn anything else from my encounter this evening, remember this: Jesus didn't love-bump the pharisees with the fender of his car so neither should you.