No Longer

No longer will I pass judgement upon you when I hear your kid screaming six aisles over while shopping at Wal-Mart. Perhaps you have just run over your daughter's hand with the grocery cart and that is the reason for her ear-piercing wails.

No longer will I assume you are lazy when I see you leave your shopping cart in the parking lot, far away from the cart return place. Maybe you just left the store without finishing your full purchasing potential because your daughter's hand was crushed and your infant son needed to eat and your six year old daughter had just informed you that your toddler's car seat had not actually been attached to the car's seat belt for the entire length of the ride to the grocery store and returning that %$@# cart was just the last thing you really cared about doing right then.

No longer will I question your fashion sense when you are that lady who is awkwardly wearing sunglasses on over her regular glasses. Maybe your lousy right eye has been irritated for two days so you cannot possibly wear your contacts and the bright sunlight severely inhibits your ability to drive safely and you have stayed at home as long as you could and now you just need to get to the grocery store so you can accidentally run over your daughter's hand, put your toddler in danger by failing to recheck the car seat, cause your infant son hunger by delaying his morning nursing and give the grocery store employee a reason to hate humanity by leaving your shopping cart two hundred feet away from the return cart station.