Is it normal to leave Target feeling traumatized?

Because yesterday I left Target feeling traumatized. I've often left Wal-mart feeling stupefied, disturbed, sickened, regretful, and even violated, but I have never once left Target feeling traumatized.

Here's the deal: I was shopping (by myself, and how often does that happen?) at Target, minding my own business and having a fabulous day. I stopped at a shelf to look at something. When I was done, I grabbed my cart and wheeled back out into the aisle. The store was fairly quiet and I thought I was alone in the aisle. All of a sudden- WHAM! Something slams into my leg. I turn around to see what just hit me and, lo and behold, it was a W.O.U.S (A Woman Of Unusual Size. Have you not seen Princess Bride?). A big girl, is what I'm saying. She was riding on one of those scooter thingies and she just crashed into my leg. I mean no disrespect to big girls. After all, I am one. Many of us are lovely people. This one was not.

I IMMEDIATELY said, "Oh, I am SO sorry. Please excuse me!" And I really was sorry. I was embarrassed. I didn't hear her coming and she was behind me, so obviously I didn't see her. But she starts shaking her head, huffing and puffing, rolling her eyes, sneering and glaring at me like I leaped out in front of her scooter thingy on purpose. That's my idea of sabotaging a W.O.U.S.'s day, I guess. Maybe it was rather rude of me, not having eyes in the back of my head and all. I don't know.

Her reaction made me a bit mad since it was just an accident and I did sincerely apologize. As she sped off on her scooter thingy at a rate of approximately 1.5 miles per hour, still shaking her head and huffing, I was feeling pretty ticked.
So I muttered, "Wow, what a sweetie," kind of under my breath but not really (this was unwise).
She yells over her shoulder, "Yeah, aren't you though, YOU B**CH!!!!"
I was totally stunned; standing there with my mouth open...

Traum-uh-tized.

Her husband, who was walking way ahead of her (though I can't imagine why) must have asked her if she'd hit someone. I couldn't hear him, but the next thing she shouted was, "Yeah, but only because THIS B**CH stepped right out in front of me!!!!"

Let's interrupt our story for a quick recap, shall we?

1. I get rammed by a scooter.
2. I apologize for getting rammed by a scooter.
3. I get cussed at for being rammed by a scooter.

Can you believe this? I'd just received two B words in the span of two minutes. That hadn't happened since my wedding day, during Darrell's vows. Muwahahah! Just kidding. So I was half hoping she would turn around and say something else to me. I was READY to rumble by that time. I don't know what I would have said or done, but I do know I can outrun a scooter thingy travelling at 1.5 miles per hour, so I was feeling pretty brave.

The gal's husband must have been feeling pretty brave, too. He said something else to her (I didn't hear what) that wasn't pleasant, because next she says to him, "OH EFF YOU (only she didn't say "EFF")!!! I decided that was waaaay more hate and hostility than I was prepared to handle, and if he had the good sense to walk ahead of her and her scooter thingy, maybe I should take that as a clue. So I turned and left.

By the way, she looked so much like Tiny Tim it was scary. Does anyone remember Tiny Tim? I am telling you, this is HER! This is the exact look the lady gave me, except her lip was all snarled up and her teeth were showing, further adding to my trauma...

And her teeth looked like Tiny Tim's, too. But not in a good, smiling way. Picture this face looking up at you, but with a hateful sneer in place of the smile. I had to sleep with my closet light on last night, you guys. Seriously.

So... How was your day?