From a visit to th' local Inbred Carnival tonight after a day of ushering sheepish guys to our dwindling selection of Valentines Day merchandise so they can be saved from sleeping on the couch. You're all welcome.
Needed to pick up some deodorant. In the deodorant aisle were an older, but not terribly old, woman and myself. Either somebody hid a carton of eggs someplace behind the merchandise and they had gone bad, or one of the two of us shit our pants, and it sure as hell wasn't me.
Let's just say for the rest of my time in the deodorant aisle, I rigorously sniff-tested the various kinds of deodorant before making my selection.
After picking up a few more things, time to head to the self checkout, where we discover yet another class of people who should never use self checkouts; people with unruly kids. I got to witness some poor mother of at least three trying to check out her basket full of stuff while her kids were taking things out of the basket and dropping them in the bag. Beep. Unexpected item in bagging area. Cue some snarled shopping as mom un-bags whatever it was her kid dropped in there.
Then another one of her kids throws something else in the bag without scanning it. Beep. Unexpected item in bagging area. Meanwhile her third kid is wandering off in the company of a couple who maybe have a complete set of teeth between them. Maybe. "Get over here, damnit!" she barks as a self checkout finally opens and I start scanning my stuff.
She was still trying to check out when I left. At least in a regular checklane there's less room for the kids to get rowdy or wander off.
Needed to pick up some deodorant. In the deodorant aisle were an older, but not terribly old, woman and myself. Either somebody hid a carton of eggs someplace behind the merchandise and they had gone bad, or one of the two of us shit our pants, and it sure as hell wasn't me.
Let's just say for the rest of my time in the deodorant aisle, I rigorously sniff-tested the various kinds of deodorant before making my selection.
After picking up a few more things, time to head to the self checkout, where we discover yet another class of people who should never use self checkouts; people with unruly kids. I got to witness some poor mother of at least three trying to check out her basket full of stuff while her kids were taking things out of the basket and dropping them in the bag. Beep. Unexpected item in bagging area. Cue some snarled shopping as mom un-bags whatever it was her kid dropped in there.
Then another one of her kids throws something else in the bag without scanning it. Beep. Unexpected item in bagging area. Meanwhile her third kid is wandering off in the company of a couple who maybe have a complete set of teeth between them. Maybe. "Get over here, damnit!" she barks as a self checkout finally opens and I start scanning my stuff.
She was still trying to check out when I left. At least in a regular checklane there's less room for the kids to get rowdy or wander off.
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