If your lip is split open and gushing blood, please find a bathroom, or an emergency room, and get that cleaned up… Or stitched up… And I certainly do not want you smashed behind me in the line at Big Lots with blood dripping down your chin. Seriously, you need some stitches… And enough sense to take care of a gaping wound.
That salsa, bath mat and off-brand mascara must have been mighty precious to you…
The concerned Mommy in front of you who couldn’t stop staring with a look of utter repulsion
P.S. Do you know how germy that place is???
Dear Old Couple In Front of Me,
I’m very sorry that I was crowding you… I’m sure your glares would have melted into pity had you noticed that I was trying to get as far away as I could from the bleeding woman behind me… She was obviously intent on making her purchases before she sped off to the emergency room. However, she was there in line, creeping ever closer to me and my child, with her glazed over eyes.
I’d also like to apologize for running over your foot, dear ma’am… I laughed nervously and tried to nod my head in the lady’s direction, so you’d realize I wasn’t some insane woman bent on invading your personal space. But, you must have thought I was just a Big Lot crazy myself, with tourret’s or something, because you clutched your purse tight and shuffled closer to your husband.
Again, very sorry for freaking you out.
The Mom behind you in line trying desperately to avoid an infectious disease