Dear Checker at the Grocery Store,

Ok, fine.

I admit it.

I was in the wrong.

Did I know before I got in the 10 Items or Less lane last night at the grocery store that I had more than 10 items?

I had a pretty good idea.

But, I thought I was perfectly justified.

Because my baby was vomiting. 

And screaming.

And snotting all over her already crusty, soaked burp rag.

I was almost hysterical.

Yours was the shortest line.

For everyone's sake, I thought I should get out of the store as soon as possible.

When you asked me how many items I had after I'd already off-loaded them from my cart, I was shocked.

I was even more shocked when you made me to count them.

And when there were thirteen items instead of just ten, and you told me I had to get in another line, my jaw dropped to the floor.

Since when has the 10 item limit been that strictly enforced?

Then, when I asked you as kindly as I could to please-for-the-love-of-Pete just check me out and you rolled your eyes at me and told me again to get in another line, I almost punched you in the head.

Good thing the lady behind me insisted you scan my items or there would have been a problem.

I know it's vengeful and hateful, but I hope with all my heart that one day you find yourself in a similar situation. 

I hope when it happens, someone will show you compassion.

So you can see what it looks and feels like.

And then, maybe next time a frazzled mother comes through your line with thirteen items, you'll just do your job without giving her any lip.

Thanks for nothing,

Erin