post-5k satisfaction

just got back from doing a 5k race this morning.

everything was nice and hunky dory. i shaved off a few minutes off my final time and finished earlier than the last couple of 5ks i did. i had gone at a nice pace, didn't let myself flag as much as i otherwise used to, and finished strong.

afterwards, i had gotten my bottled water and was about to head for the snack line to grab some orange slices when a lady, all sweat-streaked and with matted stringy hair, pushed her big ass stroller in front of me.

i waited patiently for a few seconds for her to decide whether she wanted strawberries or orange slices. i also looked to see if there was a line i should get into so that i could wait my turn for the fruits; there was none -- everyone was just cutting in and grabbing what they could whenever they could. seeing that i was not in the wrong, when i thought the coast was clear, i made an attempt to grab the orange slices.

she moved so she cut off my actions.

i waited a few more seconds again, then, seeing an opening again, i tried to go again for the oranges.

she moved her body in front of me.

i was getting impatient. i just wanted two fucking orange slices. sugar, i just wanted my stinking natural sugar, and i would be on my way.

i tried again to reach for it.

but DAMN, she moved in front of me again!

i could feel my facial features hardening. i was feeling piqued from my exertion and also getting pissed -- NOT a good combination to be feeling at the same time.

then her buddy, another matronly looking lady with bad complexion, ugly facial features, and fraggle rock-like dark hair and who was also pushing a big ass stroller, said, "hey, there's a line."

i looked pointedly around so that she would get the clue that there was no fucking line whatsoever. and with a disgusted look at the two fat cows hogging up the fruits in the line, a look that conveyed my deepest aversion and hostility about their stupid fat asses hogging up the line,.

and then i turned on my heel and, giving a toss of my head, walked away.

i went to the opposite side where the cookies were. people were randomly stepping in to grab themselves cookies, and i joined their fray.

i can very well get along without orange slices, thank you.

i don't need to watch my weight.

i don't need to bully other people around with my fat ass and a big ass stroller.

i took two oatmeal cookies and a pepsi, then began walking back to my car.

hmmph.