I don’t let it get to me.

I usually go through the store following the same path, picking up the same items every week. If something is blocking the way, I’ll skip the aisle and come back to it. Every time, when I come back, the aisle is clear.

No one owes me anything. They don’t owe me walking faster, or staying out of the aisle, or whatever other little things people bitch about because apparently they’ve run out of important things to bitch about. Life should be so good for all of us.