Dear Lady in Walmart who gave me the stinkiest stink eye three times,
I am sorry that we cost you 15 extra seconds in getting to your "Welcome to Grandma and Grandpa's House" doormat. My kids take turns being pirates in the basket of the shopping cart and sharks on the bottom. It does involve me stopping the cart every once in a while to rearrange them into their various designated spots, but I am always sure to pull to the side, so we do not block the aisle. You could have easily walked around us, but instead, you gave us the stink eye, and even moaned loud enough to be sure that we heard you.
At first your unnecessary rudeness and looks of disgust aimed at my children really bothered me and I wanted to say something really rude. Instead I smiled and continued to laugh with my children, hoping that we would not cross paths with you again, as we made our way to check out the Big Wheels.
I hope that your day got better.
And my wild and crazy kids would like to wish you a very Merry Christmas.
Lots of Love!