Tweet
I think Lupo's adventures in shopping have slightly rubbed off on me, 'cause normally I can go in and out of the store with no hassle. Not this time, however.
I had gone to the Mart of Wal that's right by my gym the other day and there were a few things that needed to be picked up. The first thing I come across is a woman holding one of the side doors open, clearly yelling at someone inside --- at first I thought it was her husband, brother, or older child. Nope, it was a young kid no more then five or six, and he apparently wanted something out of one of the vending machines or try one of the claw games and his mother didn't want to spend the $.50 for it.
I gathered this in the minute or so it took me to get to the door and almost walked through it. I would've gone through had the lady not stopped me.
SC: Hey, can you give $.50 to my son? He wants a coke.
Me: *looks at lady, looks at crying son, walks away without word*
I get a basket and hurry inside, so that the lady doesn't ask me again or follow me. She doesn't, so I assume she left or found someone else to give her the change.
I go back to get the things I need, I hadn't even been in the store long enough before someone else approached me -- I guess it was a tourist or someone who hadn't been in-state long enough.
SC: *some garbled stuff about sales tax, soda, the return rate on soda bottles, and other stuff I can't seem to understand*
Me: Um...I don't know?
SC: *stares at me* Oh, you don't live in this state? I'm from <state>.
Me: I do, but I don't understand what you're trying to ask me. *I really didn't, honestly*
SC: Oh, well then you SHOULD know what the return rate of empty soda bottles are and if they're taxable! Why don't you?
Me: Sales tax in <state> is <random percentage>, applies to everything. I don't know about the empty bottle thing, though.
SC: ....
Me: ....sorry. *walks off*
After that, the rest of the trip was uneventfull -- save for the bread. I couldn't find the bread needed, so I called home to see if <other bread> would be okay. Got the okay, got the bread, and thought it was okay until the customer next to me pipes up.
SC: *goes on about cell phones, texting, and the like*
Me: *walks away half way through the lecture*
SC: Don't ignore me, young lady! I'm not done talking!
Me:
Check-out was uneventful and going to my car was uneventful. >.<
I had gone to the Mart of Wal that's right by my gym the other day and there were a few things that needed to be picked up. The first thing I come across is a woman holding one of the side doors open, clearly yelling at someone inside --- at first I thought it was her husband, brother, or older child. Nope, it was a young kid no more then five or six, and he apparently wanted something out of one of the vending machines or try one of the claw games and his mother didn't want to spend the $.50 for it.
I gathered this in the minute or so it took me to get to the door and almost walked through it. I would've gone through had the lady not stopped me.
SC: Hey, can you give $.50 to my son? He wants a coke.
Me: *looks at lady, looks at crying son, walks away without word*
I get a basket and hurry inside, so that the lady doesn't ask me again or follow me. She doesn't, so I assume she left or found someone else to give her the change.
I go back to get the things I need, I hadn't even been in the store long enough before someone else approached me -- I guess it was a tourist or someone who hadn't been in-state long enough.
SC: *some garbled stuff about sales tax, soda, the return rate on soda bottles, and other stuff I can't seem to understand*
Me: Um...I don't know?
SC: *stares at me* Oh, you don't live in this state? I'm from <state>.
Me: I do, but I don't understand what you're trying to ask me. *I really didn't, honestly*
SC: Oh, well then you SHOULD know what the return rate of empty soda bottles are and if they're taxable! Why don't you?
Me: Sales tax in <state> is <random percentage>, applies to everything. I don't know about the empty bottle thing, though.
SC: ....
Me: ....sorry. *walks off*
After that, the rest of the trip was uneventfull -- save for the bread. I couldn't find the bread needed, so I called home to see if <other bread> would be okay. Got the okay, got the bread, and thought it was okay until the customer next to me pipes up.
SC: *goes on about cell phones, texting, and the like*
Me: *walks away half way through the lecture*
SC: Don't ignore me, young lady! I'm not done talking!
Me:
Check-out was uneventful and going to my car was uneventful. >.<
What I don't understand is how that person thinks that they have the right to lecture you over checking something back home. As long as you weren't blocking the entire lane and spending the whole time on the phone, what's the problem?
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
Comment