Mommy vs. grumpy lady with a scooter

So this morning, Davey and I made a trip to H-E-B to "beef" up his diet. That's right, I decided to buy packaged store-bought meat dishes for Davey to try. I chose the simplest, organic meat dishes I could find (turns out, those are never the cheap ones). More later on how his first meaty meal went...back to my story of the grumpy woman.
So we're at the grocery store 10 minutes and I have to use the restroom. I already have things in my cart including toilet paper (not important to the story, but a coincidence nonetheless) and I have more shopping to do so I tried to ignore it but couldn't, I had to GO NOW. So I find the restrooms, ask a lady if I can wheel my cart in there with me because my son can't stand on his own yet and I have to go. Next I take everything out of my cart, lay it all on a bench in front of the restrooms and here I go wheeling this ginormous Texas-sized shopping cart into a modest-sized bathroom with only three stalls and one handicap stall. Obviously I'm not going to leave my son by himself to sit in a cart in the middle of a public restroom...I HAVE to take the big handicap stall. So now I'm finished and I pull Davey and the shopping cart out of the stall and have to stop abruptly. In the middle of the restroom is a motorized scooter with no one on it. I felt terrible. Obviously a sweet elderly lady had needed the restroom and I was hogging the big stall with my baby and shopping cart. I washed my hands and tried to get outta there...doh! Scooter and cart were too wide, bathroom was too small, now four wheels were tangled. Then a stall door opens and out comes the woman... not elderly, but maybe 30 years older than me and her leg was in a velcro-type cast brace thing. I felt bad for her, which is ultimately why I didn't tell her what a witch she was. So she sees what's happening....the jerk who took the handicap stall now had a shopping cart tangled up with her (probably expensive) scooter. And the woman was mad. She starts huffing and puffing and shoots me mean looks. Then she angrily grabs her keys and turns on her scooter and tries to steer it. Her scooter lurches forward into my shopping cart and I could see we were getting nowhere so I polietly say, "I'm so sorry. Could I help you move it?" She waves her arm madly and spouts off "NO! I'LL DO IT!" At this point, I can only image what we looked like to Davey. He was probably laughing to himself thinking, "Mom, if you had yourself some diapers we wouldn't be here."
Back to the meat, I fed Davey chicken mixed with sweet potatoes for lunch today... and he LOVED it! So aside from the restroom grumpyhead, it's been a successful day.