So, I'm not one who is normally prone to rants of morality. I have no religious background and am generally a live-and-let-live type. For some reason, today though (maybe it's due to the baby girl on board, and the fact that I realize some day she's going to be able to observe, and LEARN FROM, the world around her) I had a moment of severe irritation at the grocery store as a result of another woman's questionable ensemble.
First of all, I wasn't at a normal grocery store. I was at WinCo, the WinCo in the North Reno location. Now, if you haven't been there you may not be able to conceive of what I'm talking about here, but I feel like this is one of those places you can go to see, well, the worst of humanity. Why do I shop there then, you may be asking? Because we are about to welcome a bank-breaking baby, and also about to lose nearly 2/3 of our income as I leave one of my jobs, I feel compelled to start sincerely trying to save money (something I just as sincerely SUCK at, and I know this). Shopping at Winco probably, honestly, shaves 10-20 bucks per trip off the total. But man, is it overwhelming. I have to wrestle with myself mentally before I can make myself go there, try to convince myself that the savings is worth it. The one at the south end of town is purportedly a different story, but since the time and gas money it would take to get there negates the savings, I either buck up and go to this WinCo or wuss out and head to my favorite lovely, but expensive, Raley's.
How do I describe this Winco without sounding like a snot? It's always super-crowded with the kind of people who don't care, and don't excuse themselves, when their carts block the entire aisle. Most of them look beaten and bedraggled and many are lugging heards of kids or screaming babies, babies screaming the kind of screams that make you wonder Why, on earth, was I so excited to get pregnant. The last trip I made there, I heard a girl cussing like a sailor in the next aisle, and when I turned the corner I saw she was no older than probably ten, and her mother was standing right there acting like it was normal. For her, it probably was.
Anyway, today the older woman standing in front of me in line was wearing a teal fleece jacket that went to her butt, knee-high fringed black boots, fishnet tights, and NOTHING ELSE. I am not kidding. I am positive there was no really short skirt or shorts hiding up there. Fishnet-encased cheeks were plain to the eye. Now, I figure she was probably a casino worker that just got off work, but I don't care. Can't you throw on a kilt, or a pair of shorts, or something? Even if you march around all day in what basically amounts to a sequin-encrusted bathing suit and tights, can't you put on some bottoms before you go to a grocery store that's full of children and people who would really appreciate being spared the site of ass packed in fishnet? Not to mention the fact that its effing winter and cold as hell outside. Come on, that can't be comfortable.
Okay, I'm a bitch. I don't know what gives rise to this moral rant. It's probably really trite of me to be irritated by such a thing. But I couldn't help it. Would you prance around a grocery store in a jacket and tights and nothing else? Maybe it's just me being 8.5 months pregnant and bitter that I am barred from prancing of any sort, but if that woman were my daughter (even though she was probably in her forties) I would swack that fishnet-covered booty and send her back to her room to change!
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This is exactly how a feel about Walmart and Albertsons. I love my Albertsons. It's so pretty and clean, but so pricey. I suck it up and go to Walmart, or as I refer to it, Birth Control Sunday. I almost always go on Sunday and I almost always come out swearing of children for another year.
Ha.. Birth Control Sundays ...
but yes, I too prefer to not see fish nets on ANYONE. Baby S should be allowed at the intersection of 3905 and McCarran ... that place is bad news.
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