So last night the drain in my kitchen sink plugged up and at about 9pm I decided that I could go to the grocery store and pick up some drano and see if I could get the water to go down...
So I head on up to the store and spend about 15 minutes wandering the aisle and examining my choices on what brand to buy. I've been keeping an eye on the checkout lanes.. they are BUSY. It looks like there are only 2 or 3 lanes open, and there are about 20 people standing in line for them with FULL (like overflowing full) shopping carts. So I'm not too happy about that. One of my bigger pet peeves in life is stores that won't open up additional checkout lanes even though the line wraps around the store...
So I am already going to the checkout lane with a lil chip on my shoulder.. i head right over to the self-checkout lanes (another huge thing that puts me on tilt) and thank goodness.. they are express lanes!
So I am walking up to the self checkout kiosk with my bottle of drano.. and right before I get there.. some schmuck of an old man rolls up with his cart spilling over from so much stuff in it and steps right in front of me in line!
I'm frigging steaming at this point.. long lines, having to use the self checkout, and now I am stuck behind this guy who has no consideration and takes his once a month grocery shopping trip and stands in the express lane..
He let's out a little sigh and I leaned over and the following conversation took place:
Me: you know this is the express lane right?
Him: yep. *nods his head and continues to stand there*
Me: Did you park in the handicap parking space too?
Him: *looks a little nervous now* here man, you want to go ahead of me?
Me: no that's ok, you got your spot in line, I thought that maybe you just didn't see THAT BIG SIGN WITH RED LETTERS THAT SAYS 20 ITEMS OR LESS.
people around start to giggle and look over at this point.
Him: man, here, go ahead of me. I insist.
Me: no way, get up there and finish waste everyone's time.
So the dolt heads up and starts scanning his stuff... and of course.. he needs help scanning items, and some items won't scan. so the clerk has to come over and help him. Then after a few minutes, more items won't scan.. so he ends up having to load everything back in his cart and head over to the normal check out line.. which at this point is about 30 people deep.
I give him a little wave and do my checkout in about 10 seconds and roll on out the door with pain and intolerance dripping off of me.
what a great way to start the weekend.
So I head on up to the store and spend about 15 minutes wandering the aisle and examining my choices on what brand to buy. I've been keeping an eye on the checkout lanes.. they are BUSY. It looks like there are only 2 or 3 lanes open, and there are about 20 people standing in line for them with FULL (like overflowing full) shopping carts. So I'm not too happy about that. One of my bigger pet peeves in life is stores that won't open up additional checkout lanes even though the line wraps around the store...
So I am already going to the checkout lane with a lil chip on my shoulder.. i head right over to the self-checkout lanes (another huge thing that puts me on tilt) and thank goodness.. they are express lanes!
So I am walking up to the self checkout kiosk with my bottle of drano.. and right before I get there.. some schmuck of an old man rolls up with his cart spilling over from so much stuff in it and steps right in front of me in line!
I'm frigging steaming at this point.. long lines, having to use the self checkout, and now I am stuck behind this guy who has no consideration and takes his once a month grocery shopping trip and stands in the express lane..
He let's out a little sigh and I leaned over and the following conversation took place:
Me: you know this is the express lane right?
Him: yep. *nods his head and continues to stand there*
Me: Did you park in the handicap parking space too?
Him: *looks a little nervous now* here man, you want to go ahead of me?
Me: no that's ok, you got your spot in line, I thought that maybe you just didn't see THAT BIG SIGN WITH RED LETTERS THAT SAYS 20 ITEMS OR LESS.
people around start to giggle and look over at this point.
Him: man, here, go ahead of me. I insist.
Me: no way, get up there and finish waste everyone's time.
So the dolt heads up and starts scanning his stuff... and of course.. he needs help scanning items, and some items won't scan. so the clerk has to come over and help him. Then after a few minutes, more items won't scan.. so he ends up having to load everything back in his cart and head over to the normal check out line.. which at this point is about 30 people deep.
I give him a little wave and do my checkout in about 10 seconds and roll on out the door with pain and intolerance dripping off of me.
what a great way to start the weekend.