Confrontation

I got into a little tiff with a guy in Sam's Club the other day. I was waiting in line with my cart to checkout and there was a woman in front of me putting her stuff on the conveyor. She emptied her cart and then moved farther down to the little shelf provided for check writers and left her cart at the front of the conveyor, blocking the way for me to unload my cart. I've learned from experience at Sam's that a lot of people just forget about their cart after they have unloaded it and since the cashier had already scanned almost all of the woman's stuff, I moved the cart off to the side so I could move forward and unload mine.


That's when this older gentleman comes rushing toward me from out of nowhere saying "Hey" a couple of times and quite loudly. He grabs the cart I moved and pushes it back towards me. Just before he got there, I had already placed the plastic divider to separate their stuff from mine and had even put some stuff on the conveyor.

Ignoramus: What are you doing? Why are you moving my cart?
Me: I moved it so I could unload my cart.
Ignoramus: Can't you see we're not done? (He points out a case of Pepsi at the front of the bottom rack of the cart, which I couldn't see because of the way the cart is made)
Me: Sorry, I didn't see it. Why did your wife move forward to write a check when she still had something in the cart? And why were you goofing off when you could have been helping her?
Ignoramus: I just don't understand why you're moving our cart.

At this point he places the case of Pepsi onto the conveyor behind my stuff that was already on it. He then moves his cart out of the way and turns back towards me and steps into my personal zone.

Me: I moved the cart because I figured your wife was just being rude by not moving it out of the way and preventing me from unloading mine.
Ignoramus: You're the one being rude by moving my cart!

Now, the woman is nagging at the cashier because she just realized that the case of Pepsi wasn't scanned with her other stuff and she had already written out the check sans the Pepsi.

Ignoramus: Now we have to write another check.
Me: Well you shouldn't have put your Pepsi behind my stuff. Didn't you see my stuff in front of it or the plastic divider?

That's when he just walked off and waited for his wife (who is still nagging to the cashier about writing another check and it being all my fault because I moved their cart) by the exit. All this happened in a span of about five minutes and I remained calm and collected. Who knows what would have happened if the man continued to invade my personal space?