A parent screaming at their child in the store’s aisle.
A man cursing because he thought the person in front of him was taking too long to check out.
A shopper racing through the store, unyielding, bumping into other shoppers and then giving THEM a look of disgust.
A customer in near hysterics because more X Boxes won’t be in until AFTER Christmas.
One after another sprinting past the Salvation Army kettle without dropping in so much as a nickel.
Store associates fresh out of training ill-prepared to deal with difficult and demanding customers.
Well stocked shelves of goods, but courtesy is in short supply.
The elderly and disabled being ridiculed, because they can’t keep up with the maddening pace.
Happy Holidays has been replaced with sad displays of rudeness.
Parking lot has become the Hillbilly 500.
Pedestrians become moving targets.
Shopping carts are lethal weapons.
Parking spaces become prime real estate.
Parking sharks are stalking their victims.
Words exchanged over who had “dibs” on a parking space.
Horns are blaring; tempers are flaring.
Tires squealing; cart caddies reeling.
Car alarms sounding; stereos pounding.
Christmas spirit in short supply, but there’s one thing you can’t deny:
TIS THE SEASON.
It doesn’t take any more effort to be nice than it does to be nasty.
Be patient; it will all be over soon.
And please; remember our soldiers and their families.