Good God Get Your Fatass Shopping Cart Out of My Way!

So. You know who you are... you know, those fucks that decide "I must X-Mas shop right now so YOU do not exist." We have all been there, trying to pick up some things for dinner and then wham this fatass that should have never left the house is suddenly in your way because they think their dearly beloved must have a new set of floor mats for their gas hoggin SUV and all the while taking up the whole isle in case someone decides, "Hey, my dearly beloved needs floor mats too." God, and women are the worse because when you go shopping they eyeball you with this look of utter hate and for no good reason either. Perhaps I am mistaking this look and it is really the true, non computer generated look of stress because they know deep down inside that none of the things they buy for other people really is not good enough and will not make anyone truly happy. Except me because I like the shiny gift wrapping... none of that Santa Claus crap but the sparkly and glittery gift wrap. Damnit