Giving Up Would Be Too Easy

On my way home tonight I decide to stop by the ever ellusive WalMart for some items I don't think I could live without. Being the prepared lad I am don't leave the vehicle with out the ipod headphones in my ears and music on. I want selective hearing this late at night. I go throughout and gather my things and make my way to the check out line. One of the open two, each with 10-15 people in each. "Whatever, no biggie, your just a rat yourself" I say in my head. So I stand behind a couple...the young lady has a jar of what reads "tummy butter" and her beau stands empty handed. There was a young guy up ahead who walked over to the paper and pulled out the Star, as he did this, 3 or 4 copies fall to the ground. He looks at them then proceeds to read about Demi Moore. He puts the paper down then walks off with his buddies leaving the other papers on the ground. He must have been early to mid twenties. In my head...I call him a prick. No respect. 10 minutes go by and we(the couple and I) make eye contact and nod, no biggie. our eyes did all the talking for us..."Lines pretty long..." "sure is" "can't wait to get out of here" " I know". < that was our eye conversation. Then this lady walks between us. She was in her mid forties and was mumbling about the line being so long. I know this by the way she examined the line. she said some thing to the couple ahead of me and the girl says to her fella..."what? what did she say to us?" and he stands with arms still crossed and shrugs. Now when I got to WalMart I saw this couple get out of their vehicle...so i know for a fact that collectively...they were flying solo. Another 10 minutes pass and "the 40 year old Psycho" we'll call her walks up and has some stuffed animals, a blouse, soap and motor oil in tow. She starts yapping it up to the couple, who are taken a back by 40yop. And the 40yop kind of whispers to the girl. I look behind me and there is a gang of people in line watching this. I shake my head and pay attention in front of me. The 40yop is making the girl squeeze the hand of the toy and she laughs like a koo koo lady...like Gallager just smashed her melon...i don't know. The beau at this time unfolds his arms and puts his hands in the air in a motion of " i'm not a part of this", kisses his girl and walks away outside. Girl turns super red as she is left with 40yop(40 year old psycho). I watch in amazement. As she puts her stuff down in front of me on the conveyor. Girl doesn't look at me, 40yop doesn't look at me. The cashier rings up all the shit the lady put down along with "tummy butter". she writes a check, it clears and the two walk ahead 5 feet, stop, and the girl reaches in one bag and gets her butter out. They leave. Now honestly...it didn't take any longer for the 40yop to schmooze her way into line by offering to pay for young ladies product. But how fucking disrespectful is that? I could have opened my mouth and called her out on her shenanigans, or pitched fit and make myself look like and idiot. But I didn't, I didn't do anything. I watched this situation infront of me take place like nothing out of the ordinary but knowing and thinking...you fucking bitch! I lost respect for her immediatly and to some that matters but to others it doesn't. To her...it doesn't. It doesn't matter what you think really when your standing in line with the masses. Out numbered...out gunned. If I said anything to the three of them about "hey hey lady.....your cutting!", the beau could have said "nu huh, we know her" and of course he would have...his chick is about to get some free "tummy butter".
Now early in when 40yop approached said couple I saw the bewilderment on their faces...and said to myself "if she comes to me next and tries to finagle (sp?) in the line I'm going to say "i don't speak english" in perfect English. Hoping that she looks at me like a confused pup and tilts her head and asks "what?" and I will say "I don't speak English" in perfect english so she hopefully get the idea that I'm being an asshole and I don't want to talk to her and I know what she's up to. That was my plan. I didn't get to act on it...but that was my plan. So I payed for my goods and left. I see the young couple leaving in their big truck to my left and the 40yop is nowhere to be seen. Some people.