I'll admit it. I do.
First and foremost, I try very hard to treat employees of the various places that I frequent with dignity, courtesy, and respect. I've even started instilling that in my son. He will sometimes mess up things in the grocery store, and I'll have him put it back on the shelf neatly, and tell him "The employees here work very hard to put that stuff on the shelves. Don't mess it up like that."
Anyway, where my SC-ness starts is generally at the grocery store. And I keep it to myself. I'm a SC about other customers. I have very low tolerance for "other" customers. That's not to say I'm selfish or greedy, because it's the supermarket, but it's like people don't know how to shop. What's interesting about this, and my wife has said this to me before, in a lot of circumstances, I have the patience of Job. Other times, I have absolutely zero patience and zero tolerance.
Generally, I get a little irritated at "The Socialite". I feel like telling them "STFU AND GET THE HECK OUT OF MY WAY!!! I'M TRYING TO SHOP!!!"
But I keep it to myself.
Another thing that drives me batty is the people who park their cart in the middle of the aisle, blocking the whole thing, and stand there staring at the shelf. Pull your cart to one side, moron. I'm trying to get by!
When I go to the grocery store, I'm there to shop. I'm not there to lollygag. I want to get in, get my groceries, and get the heck out! When I see someone I know and want to talk to (yes, I'm guilty of this), I try to step off to the side, out of other people's way.
I jokingly wish that sometimes I could get the grocery store people to lock everyone else out until I was done with my shopping. I know that's mean...
Sometimes I also wish I had my own private checkout line.
I've seriously thought about writing a small book or essay about "supermarket etiquette". Because it's obvious to me that most people don't know how to shop.
Sometimes I feel like Sheldon Cooper, Ph.D.: "I cry because others are stupid, and it makes me sad."
First and foremost, I try very hard to treat employees of the various places that I frequent with dignity, courtesy, and respect. I've even started instilling that in my son. He will sometimes mess up things in the grocery store, and I'll have him put it back on the shelf neatly, and tell him "The employees here work very hard to put that stuff on the shelves. Don't mess it up like that."
Anyway, where my SC-ness starts is generally at the grocery store. And I keep it to myself. I'm a SC about other customers. I have very low tolerance for "other" customers. That's not to say I'm selfish or greedy, because it's the supermarket, but it's like people don't know how to shop. What's interesting about this, and my wife has said this to me before, in a lot of circumstances, I have the patience of Job. Other times, I have absolutely zero patience and zero tolerance.
Generally, I get a little irritated at "The Socialite". I feel like telling them "STFU AND GET THE HECK OUT OF MY WAY!!! I'M TRYING TO SHOP!!!"
But I keep it to myself.
Another thing that drives me batty is the people who park their cart in the middle of the aisle, blocking the whole thing, and stand there staring at the shelf. Pull your cart to one side, moron. I'm trying to get by!
When I go to the grocery store, I'm there to shop. I'm not there to lollygag. I want to get in, get my groceries, and get the heck out! When I see someone I know and want to talk to (yes, I'm guilty of this), I try to step off to the side, out of other people's way.
I jokingly wish that sometimes I could get the grocery store people to lock everyone else out until I was done with my shopping. I know that's mean...
Sometimes I also wish I had my own private checkout line.
I've seriously thought about writing a small book or essay about "supermarket etiquette". Because it's obvious to me that most people don't know how to shop.
Sometimes I feel like Sheldon Cooper, Ph.D.: "I cry because others are stupid, and it makes me sad."
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