An Unpleasant Experience

I read this post called, "Why I Hate Grocery Shopping" at the Domesticated Mama's blog, and it made me think of an experience that I had recently.

I was grocery shopping, minding my own business, lost in the world of canning jars, when all of a sudden I saw a man out of the corner of my eye.  As he strolled past me and rounded the corner into the next isle, he said something vulgar to me.  He said something about me looking hot but said it in a not nice way with a swear word attached.

Instantly, I got creped out!  Sick tingles went all down my spine and I took off runnin.  I pushed my cart to the back of the store and called my husband.  I told him what the man said and talked until I calmed down.

Of course, as I walked down each isle and looked for the man, I thought of a bazillion things to say back!

"Don't you know who I am?!!  I am a daughter of the King, the Most High God, the Maker of the Universe!  You know the One!  The same God that is allowing you to suck air right now!"

LOL!   Well, in retrospect, I think I did the right thing by ignoring him and getting out of dodge... or the canning isle.