On one hand, I should have known better than to go shopping on Super Bowl/Payday Weekend, but on the other hand, people should just have better manners. You ain't the only one in a rush.
I'm convinced that these military spouses are just crazy. They act like they're the only ones who want to shop in the commissary; and then bring nana and pawpaw in with the kids to add to the confusion, while they mean mug you for picking up that last pack of cheap chicken wings, or getting to the check out line faster than they did. Honey, my nerves. Just madness.
I'm a pretty fast shopper. I don't just stand in folks way because I got there first, and just stand there for the heck of it. I think some of them heffas do it on purpose. Yes, I over-thought it, but I think it gives them a sense of power to inconvenience the hell out of somebody else. I don't even think they're really reading the labels. Just in the damn way.
As for the kids, move your little no-money-having, not-buying-a-damn-thing butt out of the way. I now understand why our parents left us in the car when it wasn't everybody else's business that they did so.