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I am pregnant, and last night, I had an unholy craving for spagetti. So I went to the local grocery store to grab some spagetti sauce and a few other things we needed at the house. It's the "late evening, post-supper rush" so all the checkstands have a bit of a wait. I choose a line, and set my basket on the floor, as the lady in front of me had a cartfull, and it was taking up the belt. She finished unloading, and waited as well. But she is not the pain in the butt.
Lady in front of HER, had maybe eight things. One of them was this giant bottle of vitamins, and a can of something, I couldn't tell what it was. She declared that the prices on both were wrong. So the bagger took both items, and ran and checked. The can was ringing up right, but the vitamins, he couldn't find. So the lady leaves with the bagger to show him where the vitamins were and to "show you were that can was, because obviously you didn't look right."
Ugh. So they return, and she's indignant because the bagger was right, she'd looked at the wrong tag for her can. She decides to still get it, and they had finally found the vitamins, and on that, she was right. It was ringing up at several dollars more than it should have. So we had to wait on a manager to come over and fix it so it would ring up right. Luckily there was one close by.
NEXT she decides, her $30 order MUST be paid with THREE, yes THREE, different credit cards. I rest my tired, nausous, head on an empty shelf in the line. The older lady in front of me shakes her head.
If you guessed one of the annoying lady's cards declined, you get a dollar. She had to pay partially in cash.
FINALLY, fifteen minutes later, I was on my way. I don't know if I have less patience right now, but given the lady in front of me was getting cranky too, I assume it wasn't just me.
Lady in front of HER, had maybe eight things. One of them was this giant bottle of vitamins, and a can of something, I couldn't tell what it was. She declared that the prices on both were wrong. So the bagger took both items, and ran and checked. The can was ringing up right, but the vitamins, he couldn't find. So the lady leaves with the bagger to show him where the vitamins were and to "show you were that can was, because obviously you didn't look right."
Ugh. So they return, and she's indignant because the bagger was right, she'd looked at the wrong tag for her can. She decides to still get it, and they had finally found the vitamins, and on that, she was right. It was ringing up at several dollars more than it should have. So we had to wait on a manager to come over and fix it so it would ring up right. Luckily there was one close by.
NEXT she decides, her $30 order MUST be paid with THREE, yes THREE, different credit cards. I rest my tired, nausous, head on an empty shelf in the line. The older lady in front of me shakes her head.
If you guessed one of the annoying lady's cards declined, you get a dollar. She had to pay partially in cash.
FINALLY, fifteen minutes later, I was on my way. I don't know if I have less patience right now, but given the lady in front of me was getting cranky too, I assume it wasn't just me.
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