Grumbling is, surprisingly, a good thing

Well my dummy spit happened today. I got the all clear to go out unaccompanied by my neurosurgeon last week and was champing at the bit to go and fly solo for a change. The weather has been really hot and muggy for the past few days, but today seemed a bit better. Armed with my shopping list and my Dear Friend Sam (my four wheeled granny walker...thanks taxol...thanks a lot), I decided to hit Westfield. I found Santa's beard (request from 3 year old grandson) at one of the crowded two dollar shops and stood in a very long, slow moving line. As I approached the till, some cheeky bitch fronted the counter from the other side, looked straight at me, and with a cheesy smirk, said "Sorry about that", and plonked some crap on the counter. She obviously saw this rather frazzled old granny with her walker and thought I was a soft target....WRONG.. .!!! I leaned forward and glared at her and responded thus. "Bullshit you're sorry, you with that smirk all over your face...You think you can just shove in ahead of all of us in the queue who have been waiting very patiently, and get away with that fake smile and your pathetic "sorry", well bugger off to the back of the line!!!  The poor teller looked from me to her and back again and I then told her that if she served the other woman ahead of me and the others in the line, I would leave the shop and make my purchase elsewhere. Well, the people in the line behind me started clapping and one by one, others made the same threat. Miss Smarty Pants left her stuff and beat a hasty retreat. Gosh...I felt a whole lot better for finding out I haven't lost my touch...