Old People Bully Me

I ran into the grocery store to grab a few things before it and everything closed during the 3-hour middle of the day, ghost town phenomenon that happens everyday in Spain. I will leave my views on efficiency out of this. Sundays, everything is closed. All day. And it is horrible. It has a very apocolyptical feel. I wander the deserted streets wondering where I am going to find sustenance. (Like I am supposed to remember this fact every Saturday and be prepared for Sunday armagedon? Que va!) Anyway, my mother thinks its nice they still respect the  religious tradition of a day of rest. I, on the other hand, think that because the poor procrastinators like myself are forced into fasting, there is nothing religious about it. I actually become quite spiteful and bitchy on Sundays.

Where was this road taking us.... ah yes. Today. I went to the supermarket. I bought 5 five things. Bread, cucumbers, tomatoes, babybell cheese, jamon, and yogurt. Ok, six things. But the small amount that they can easily be held. The woman with two carts filled to the brim was in front of me, along with a million stranded carts. Now, I've had people behind me ask "me puedes pasar?" if they have fewer things than I do, and yes the religious, fasting human being that I am lets the person go first. When I am the person with less things however, I feel like I should be allowed to pass as well. The cycle continues right? I asked the woman and she said, no.

WTF.

Then all of the sudden I feel a sharp jab in my back. I turn around and an old man is growling hastily at me and pointing to one of the carts in betweent the woman and I. He had been off collecting more items to put in his cart. You've got to be kidding me. You want to go first too huh? I immediately was going to tell him "Look, it's not fair for you to abandon you're cart here to to save your spot. If it had worked like that, I would have placed mine here when I arrived and returned when I felt like it!"

My Spanish is not as quick as my English.

I was finger in the air about to say that and the conditional verb conjugations wouldn't remember the fucking dance moves. Hadn't we rehearsed conditional before? Now, go out there and stand your ground verbs! Make Camille proud! But alas, all I said was, "thats not fair." And another spainaird passed me in the check-out line.

I looked at the 18 year old cashier trying to get some sympathy out of him for everything that just happened but it was fruitless. Besides the people behind me were beginning to besiege.