Some people

So I was at Bed, Bath & Beyond today buying this fabulous closet organizer. Seriously, it's fabulous; you should look into getting one. While I was waiting to pay, I got a real eyeful of the babe in line ahead of me. She was:

somewhere around 30 years old

blonde, with her hair pulled back in a messy bun

wearing stiletto-heeled mules

had a MAJOR pedicure

wearing tight tight black leggings

wearing a tight black sweater than went past her hips. (with the leggings, at first glance, I thought she was wearing a full bodysuit)

carrying a Michael Kors handbag

about six months pregnant

And she never stopped talking on her cell phone THE ENTIRE TIME, even while she was paying for her ugly wastebasket or whatever the hell it was.

After she left, both the salesclerk and I agreed that we cannot stand it when people keep talking on their phones while they are paying for something. Unless you are talking to a brain surgeon or the man in charge of the White House nuclear football, there is no phone call so important that you can't stop talking for five minutes to acknowledge the human being standing in front of you trying to do his/her job. It's called manners, people.

As I walked out of the store, I saw Miss Babe driving away in a white Cadillac CTS. I can't help but wonder, what kind of pregnant 30-year-old dresses like that and drives a Cadillac? Is she some CEO's trophy wife? A Packer girlfriend? Whoever she is, I bet she doesn't have a library card. Thank goodness.