This post will surely offend people who, in general, are free from reproach.  It's like I'm kicking a puppy. 

I went to the grocery store after work the other day to pick up lettuce.  And mints.  Gotta have my mints!  The total for my two objects was about $6, and it typically would've taken me all of twelve seconds to get out of there (scan, scan, swipe, done).  Every line in the grocery store was manned by a cashier, and both self-checkout lines were functional.  But every line was full.  Like five people deep.  And what people group made up the five-people-deep line at every checkout counter?  Moms. 

I, like most people, have nothing against moms.  I have a mom myself.  She's good.  I'm a fan.  I'm a fan of other moms as well.  They have a tough job.  I don't envy that job, and I respect the difficulties and hardships involved with said job.  When I see a mom with a kid who's crying, I don't think, "Wow, that mom sucks."  I think, "Wow, that kid sucks that's a tough job."  And when a kid in the checkout line behind me yesterday saw two objects she wanted and her mom said to pick one, and the kid responded with, "But I love both of them," I have to smile.  Moms and kids are good. 

That being said, I surveyed the checkout lines at the grocery store and glanced at my watch, which also displays the date.  Yep, still August, i.e. one of the two months out of the year when children are pretty much guaranteed to be off from school.  Adding that to the fact that many moms don't have a traditional nine-to-five job and instead stay home with their kids (a noble act in itself), I couldn't help but think:  Moms, get out of my way.  I know you're busy with kids and you just got back from swim lessons and it's impossible to find time for blah-blah yadda-yadda, but there are literally hundreds of other minutes in a typical day which would be better-suited for satisfying your grocery needs, i.e. nine to five.  Not before nine.  Not after five.  In other words, go to the store during the day, when it's less crowded and hectic, instead of after normal working hours, when everybody and their mother suddenly decides they need one single item and proceeds to disrupt the gentle flow of my local grocery store.  Damnit. 

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