Stocking up and taking stock

As is common on holiday weekends, people in the stores, even at our mostly mellow food co-op, are dashing about like possessed weasels. I made a foray there to put food on our table over the next few days, and there were some rude women swerving their carts around, looking tense and cross, yakking on cell phones, bumping into me. If it is such a bloody ordeal to be involved in this holiday, I wonder why they persist? What if more people would decide it really isn't absolutely required that we max ourselves out, decorating, dashing around, acting like angry addicts? Delicious food is a nice thing to be able to have, but this anal insistence on everything being perfect is repellent. Maybe I'm just so grateful our heat's back on after last week that this consumption madness appears obscene; I do think some where down the line, fat-ass America will face shocking consequences for its greedy ways.