Don't squeeze my pillow!

After some seriously wonderful beds at the lovely Canadian hotels during our 'moon, I became deeply unsatisfied with my flimsy, pancake of a pillow. When I told Dave that I was going to get some new pillows, he jumped on that train. Today's errand extravaganza brought pillows into my path...fluffy, hypoallergenic goodness. But, that's not the blog.

While waiting in line with a cart full of pillows, I realized that the lady standing behind me was on some sort of adrenaline high from shopping. She was talking about a deal she was going to get on a purse she was going to repurpose as a grocery bag, encouraging another woman to buy a robe that did not fit lady #2, and attempted to engaged me in shopping small talk. I thought that I gave her an answer that was both polite and sending the message that I was uninterested in continuing with the conversation. But, it was not over. After I turned around, she went on a sneak attack...she invaded my bubble and squeezed my pillow. She actually squeezed it-leaned over, put her grubby mitts on my pillow and then honked it. I felt as if some stranger came into my home and started going through my bedroom.

Maybe I should not be so indignant about someone touching something that was not technically mine. But, they were in "my" cart. They were on the way to being mine in a matter of moments.

Thankfully they were in a protective zipper case and I'm going to try to let the honking go and try to enjoy the fluffy goodness.