BUS FACE

Damn.....ya'll must think I live at Walmart....like Nova Lee Nation in "Where the Heart is".

Yesterday I ventured out to Wally World, with my two kids in tow and my knee killing me, because I promised Little Mr. Old Crone that he could take his birthday money and buy a Light Sabor from Star Wars.

I got the kids in the Tahoe and off we went.

When we got there, I put Little Miss in the cart, and Little Mr. Old Crone walked. We went and bought a new catbox. (now I'm really going to digress on you, but I have been putting this purchase off for so long, because my Cat, Mr. O is 18 years old. I keep thinking, I really don't need it, he won't be here that much longer, but he keeps on ticking like the Ever Ready Bunny, so I finally gave in and bought a new one.)

Back to my story, we then headed for the toy's and we got the Light Sabor. We went and picked out new crayons ( I love love new crayons) and pens and paper. Then we headed for the grocery side. Yes, it is a SUPER WALMART. We get milk, we get yogurt, we get coffee. We are walking along minding our own business when this chick wielding a very large, very full cart comes barging around the corner of an isle, and almost toppled over my son. Her mom (I think it was her mom) looks at me, and say's "she's learning", I think I just sort of smiled, but I was thinking, "She's learning to do what, run unsuspecting children over in Walmart?

Anyway, I guess because I didn't respond fast enough, she says loud enough for the whole store to hear, "HOW RUDE". I just kept walking, thinking I'm not getting into it with her in Walmart in front of my kids, but I was fuming.

Now folks, I just don't know what is up with me and Walmart. I haven't had good luck lately, and the worst part of it is that I really have no other shopping option, other than "the real food store", which I love and shop at often, but not for crayons.

This is one reason I do shop at "Real Foods". I have yet to get into it with someone. And I'm pretty sure the people that are giving me a hard time at Walmart wouldn't be caught dead in Real Foods.

What is it with people? I think sometimes I still must be carrying my big city baggage because I find myself on the defensive so often. I can't decide if it's me, because of being in chronic pain, or if it's not me.

Do I give off an aura of bitchiness I don't realize??? Can the natives tell I'm "one of them", them being the ones that sold the house in CA and came here and bought a house 3 times cheaper than I ever could have at home???

I just don't know. Maybe it's too many years of having my "bus face" on. Those of you who live in a city, will probably know what I mean by "bus face". If you don't, it is the ability to stare at anything, and stare right through it. It's a necessity in the city when you are breathing the breath of some old person on the bus, and you don't want to look them in the eye. It's the, I don't see you face. Here in bumfucknowhere, you don't need a bus face, but, maybe I still have the bus face?

I think I'm missing the city. I miss SF, alot. I haven't been back since I drove out 3 years ago pulling my U-haul. I can say, I don't want to move back, but I think I need some "city" so that I don't feel like a pumpkin.

I need to be around people who know what the "bus face" is.

Peace,

OC