People who were pigs in high school are still pigs

I ran into the Home Depot garden center the other day on a mission to find some grass seed for my mother. I only had a few minutes, and not a lot of patience. I walked into the outside entrance and immediately noticed an overweight, inappropriately-dressed, loud, obnoxious, trashy-looking female with three little kids standing precisely in the middle of the walkway whining to the Home Depot employee about something.

I went around.

Looked everywhere for grass seed. This is spring (according to the calendar -- not the weather). People plant grass. Should be easy to find. It wasn't.

I came back to the entrance worker chick and said, "I need to find some cheap grass seed", somewhat indicating the not-so-cheap display of grass seed I was standing right next to ($28 for a tiny bag??) She looked up from counting money and said, "I don't know where it is. I would have to find Joe." She didn't indicate that she was actually going to be LOOKING for Joe, nor did she indicate that she cared that she didn't know where it was. (I was kind of wanting to ask for things until I found something she DID know about -- just to see if there was something.) She then went back to counting money. I stood there for about another 20 seconds wondering if the conversation was now over in her mind, or if I was supposed to be waiting for the mystical Joe to surface. I kind of looked around and saw nothing but the side-to-side sway of the very large rearend of trailer trash girl from above.

I decided that since money-counter wasn't going to find Joe I would have to do it myself. Plus I was completely out of time by this point. I wandered the aisles for a bit, eventually coming back to money-counter, planning to give her a very long, hard look-of-death until she either figured out her job, or found Joe. En route to the entrance, I nearly ran into trailer trash chick, but she took a quick right into a different aisle with the three girls following her. I noticed that the girls all had their arms linked and were pretty cute, laughing as they followed trailer trash mom around. Trailer trash mom turned around at one point and said, "Hey! Which one of you just kicked my foot?" She had a little smirky smile on her face and it appeared to me that she was going to tease the girls for following too close. The middle one (probably about age 5) said, " I did."

Now hold your hats for this one.

Trailer trash mom calmly replies to the 5-year-old, "YOU ASSHOLE!!!!!" Shoots her a dirty look and continues on her way. The three girls kind of giggle and continue walking away.

I nearly threw up right where I was standing. I was certainly stunned into being unable to move any further. In fact, I didn't even know what to do. I heard myself hugely GASPING, but was unable to even think that such an appalling, disgusting, embarassing, horrifying event had occured right in front of me. I was actually even unable to MOVE, or I would have definitely confronted trailer trash chick (not that being confrontational is in my nature or anything) -- but I sincerely could not think straight enough to move my feet.

I eventually was able to continue on my way to the money-counter's hut. She met me just in front, and (recognizing me) whipped out the walkie-talkie radio.
"Yeeeeaaahhhh, I got a customer here who needs some cheap grass seed."
"najshfshfshjkd"
"I GOT A CUSTOMER WHO NEEDS CHEAP GRASS SEED."
"snmkfjsj fnadhfio nfjdahfio kohd ksifu oeurioywe mcndrisoa fjdjuahsjbf"
And she stops and looks at me. "Did you hear that?"
I looked around because I didn't truly believe she was talking to me, but alas, she was. "No."
"He [Joe???] says that there are a bunch of different kinds in aisle 48; there's some cheap stuff there too. All different prices." She stares at me for a minute as though my question has been answered and I need to go away now. She then begins to turn back to the hut.
"Uh -- so where is aisle 48." (I see no numbers anywhere.)
"Oh. Right inside the door. That's aisle 50." She points with the radio antenna.
Well its a good thing I can count - -forward AND backward. I found aisle 48, checked out the grass seed, was appalled by their prices, and turned to leave. At the exit door I ran into the three little girls who had earlier been with trailer trash chick. The oldest is bawling her fool head off and holding the side of her face. Super-paramedic kicked in and I figured I should at least make sure she wasn't disfigured or bleeding to death. She explained to me what happened, and -- seeing that she was ok -- I turned to go. When I stood back up, here comes trailer trash chick.

And it was TAMI BUHLER from high school! For those of your privileged enough to know this disgusting waste of humanity back then, I am in the happy position of being able to inform you that NOTHING has changed for her since then. In the few seconds that elapsed before she reached the scene of the injury -- and before I JETTED out of there -- I did notice a few overwhlemingly attractive things about her.
1. Still has big hair, notably the large poofy bangs.
2. Has approximately 15 tattoos (I was thankfully not close enough to see them specifically) across her entire chest and down her arms. (yummy)
3. Was wearing a no-bra spaghetti strap tank top (yes, this is what inspired the clothing-for-your-body-type rant) in a nice picnic tablecloth, gingham, red-and-white print.
4. Was wearing shredded jean shorts.
5. Blue eyeshadow.

I turned and nearly RAN out of the store. I seriously feared that I would spit in her face, punch her as hard as I could right in the mouth, or kidnap the three beautiful little girls if I were to stay around any longer. As I am RAPIDLY departing, I hear her again B&#*@ING at the girls for screwing around, blah, blah, blah.

I was seriously nauseated by this experience, and I HIGHLY doubt that I will ever be able to go back to the Home Depot garden center without rekindling the feelings of RAGE that were initiated that day.

People are disgusting. Why should a story such as this surprise me?