Uber Saved The Day

About forty-five minutes ago I was standing in an aisle of Whole Foods trying to grasp why they stocked my Tazo Chai concentrate with the cereal. Twenty-five minutes ago when my productive day turned into something else.

It was as I was grabbing a carton from the lower shelf that an old, short Chinese woman came out of nowhere, pushing her cart with the ferocity of one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. She drove her cart through the aisle not caring who or what was in her path, pushing aside a younger man who was presumably reading an ingredient list, before descending upon me. Apparently no one was allowed to be in her vicinity as she too reached for a carton of tea, and in doing so rammed the front right wheel of her grocery cart into my right foot. The same foot that my Podiatrist earlier this week told me I had a torn tendon in. Ow! And about 10 other swear words that I won’t repeat.

Enraged, I look at the woman incredulously, waiting for what I could only imagine would be a profuse apology. Unfortunately, I’d be waiting awhile. Despite my painful howls, and under the breath obscenities, the woman was oblivious to the damage she had caused. Another patron walked over and asked if I was alright and if I needed anything. I loudly exclaimed that an apology would be great while pointedly looking upon my grocery cart attacker, and still, nothing. I was shocked as I watched the woman put carton after carton into her cart, and when it was clear that she needed to grab more which was blocked by my apparently inconvenient placement she finally looked up at me and said, “Hey you move”.

Wow. Just wow.

Needless to say, I didn’t move. I, as well as the good Samaritan that took the time to help me, just stood in her way, staring her down. By this point, the other people the woman had pushed past had gathered a bit, all clearly wondering what her problem was. I’m sure some figured she was perhaps a tourist, who spoke little English, and clearly lacked manners. But I think most of us knew better. This was just one of those people, oblivious to those around them, in a big hurry for no good reason.

I cleared my throat, spoke clear and concise, and said “Excuse me, you just rammed your cart into my foot, which by the way is already hurt. See the bandage?”

The woman frowned at me, looked at my foot, took a hold of her cart, and started to walk away!

FLOORED! SHOCKED! HOW F***ING RUDE!

The good Samaritan, went to stop her by putting his hand on her cart and demanded she apologize to me. She looked at me with a smirk, pushed his hand off her cart, and took off down the aisle, presumably to meet back up with the other horsemen. Bitch. The four other people in the aisle and I just looked at each other. Wow.

I mean I’ve faced rude people before, but this seemed extreme. What is the big rush? Everyone is in such a hurry these days, and it appears like it’s getting worse. People speed in the streets, even if it’s just to get to the next traffic light. Customers drive their carts through stores like their on crack, just to rush home for what? What is so important that they give up safety, manners, and common decency? It’s sad, really.

 

Now after this unfortunate moment had ended, and I limped to the register to pay, I realized I had a real predicament. My already aching foot was now throbbing painfully. Geez, I hope she didn’t break it. And what a depressing thought it was that the bus stop now seemed so far away. Ugh.

And then I remembered it! Uber! My life saver! I pulled out my phone, went into the Uber app and requested a ride. 5 mins later I was in a nice guy’s Toyota Tacoma halfway home, already daydreaming about my foot bath and chocolate ice cream.

So despite my near brush with death, or maybe just amputation by crazy Chinese lady, my day was to be salvaged. Uber saved my day, for the low and affordable price of just $4.76.

Thanks Uber.

Hello Bed!

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About sixthousandsteps

In March of 2013, I was diagnosed with chronic Rheumatoid Arthritis and was told my disease was very aggressive. Every day since then has been an ongoing struggle and life lesson on how to stay positive and keep fighting. This blog is a glimpse of how it all came to be, and who knows what the future holds.

Posted on January 13, 2016, in The Journey and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. You poor thing, some people are just in incredible – but not in a good way. I need a scooter to get round the store now and the number of times I’ve been hit into… one time a rude man sneakily stole my place in the queue and I gave him a right telling off (it wasn’t a mistake, he even said he noticed me there!). I hope your foot is feeling better now. 😱

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