A few things to note before I tell you my story:

1. My son is sick. He has had a temp of 102.7 and has been sick the last 24-36 hours. He is grumpy, he did nothing but sleep on my chest yesterday, moaning and crying.

2. Because of my vacation and now sick baby, I haven't been able to go to the grocery store. We needed, well, EVERYTHING!

We make a quick trip to the grocery store up the road. It's virtually an empty parking lot. There aren't many people shopping there at 10:30 a.m., except other SAHMom's and dad's. I didn't have time to grab everything on my list as my son was starting to lose it in the store. I got what I could remember (Pedialyte, applesauce, etc) and headed to the check-out line.

After I've finished paying and leaning in to put the rest of the bagged groceries in the basket, this woman behind me edges her cart up. She's obviously in a hurry. Fine, whatever.

In the parking lot, I unload all the groceries into the car, take the cart back to the little designated cart dropoff and put my son in the carseat.

People, I am a fast "putter-inner" of my son in the carseat. I do this at least 20,000 times a day. Sometimes, 40,000. Today was no different. I'm bending over to put him in, trying to jockey the door open enough because someone has parked a little too close to me - and I don't want to dent their car - which, for the record, I would totally do now. But fine, whatever - I'll make it work.

I start putting my son in the carseat.

CuntWoman (same one from the grocery line): Slams trunk and turns to walk between the cars, tries moving my door to get by. (and people, there IS NO GODDAMN ROOM!!)

Me: "I'm almost done."

Her: "I DO NOT HAVE TIME! I HAVE TO MEET MY BOSS!" (arms folded, pretty much tapping her foot)

Me (standing up, trying to wedge myself out of the car door space, thereby backing her stupid ass up): "Oh really? Well, I don't have time either. I have a two-year-old with a temperature of 102. I have no food in our house and am trying desperately to get home in time to give him some, and put him back to bed. No one in our house has slept, and I don't really care if you're in a hurry! Back off!"

I snapped my son in the car seat and slammed my door, mumbling something not-so-nice-but-certainly-accurate under my breath. She got into her car, sped off, leaving her cart in the middle of the parking lot, where any car could hit it.

Give me a fucking break.