The Freak Show

I have noticed that my patience with people is slowly deteriorating. Sometimes, I'm among the public and find myself seriously wanting to ask others what their problem is. This isn't like me...or at least it wasn't.

Today, I was doing a little shopping at Target. As I was grabbing some bottled water, there was a man, probably in his late thirties/early forties, with a cart full of crap groceries. I noticed him munching loudly on something and looked over to see him eating a bag of chips while shopping. A big bag, not paid for.

Then I hear singing. I change aisles to see a guy, in his early twenties, rapping...badly. He had his iPod on and was rapping like he was in his car or in the shower. No shame. And it wasn't quiet. I moved over a couple of aisles and could still hear him.

And as I was escaping, I was on one of the main pathways and saw a girl walking backwards....and a guy practically molesting her as they walked. They looked as if they were glued at the stomach...or other areas I suppose.

I don't know when Target started attracting the freak shows, but I'm starting to shop online more and more!