What was I thinking?

I went to Walmart today.  I might be scarred for life from shopping (just kidding, I totally have my whole entire Black Friday strategy/itinerary mapped out).  I needed a few things for the dishes I'm bringing to Thanksgiving.  It was CRAZY, and not in the "let's get some good deals and have FUN!" sort of way.  It was more like the "I hate you and everyone else in this whole entire grocery section" way.  Seriously, it is way too early for holiday stress to take ahold of anyone.    Is it too much to ask that fellow shoppers not run over the Cubscout with their cart?  Apparently, yes it is, because I had to put him in the cart for his own safety.  I was not angry about all the kids in the store (but of course I didn't have to take a day off because my kids were out of school because I was too, YAY!). I didn't let my blood boil.  Instead, I thought, "Well, glad I don't have to do that again."  Because if I did have to go back tonight, I would end up being "that shopper."