I get up very early once a week to go grocery shopping. Betty, who wants to be involved in every family activity, is no longer fooled by my attempts to sneak out of the house without her noticing. She dearly wants to go grocery shopping with me, and who can blame her. A grocery store is dog heaven, and she would make lots of new friends if I took her inside. But the store won’t let Betty enter, so I have to go grocery shopping all alone.
I wish Betty would have been permitted to accompany me during my last grocery shopping trip. Three male employees were standing by the apple section spouting off idiotic conspiracy theories (the news about the possible COVID vaccine was purposely released after the election, etc.) and making sexist comments about their female boss. My capitalist thought was that all three should be fired that instant. Employees spewing shit in front of customers is very bad for business after all. My Betty thought was that she would make them retreat into the slime-hole from which they originated, but Betty wasn’t there. The only thing I could do was to sing John Lennon’s “Crippled Inside” quite loudly while giving the three nimrods the evil eye (I know all the lyrics by heart).
A singing customer was so freaky weird that all three dipshits shut up immediately. Perhaps they thought I was some sort of lunatic, but when I got to the “one thing you can’t hide is when you’re crippled inside” refrain part, all three looked away and pretended to sort apples. I finished the song and then took my time getting the produce we needed. Only silence came from the three stooges. I guess Arlo Guthrie was right. If you want to end war and stuff, you’ve got to sing loud.
