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I work two jobs, and my only day off(if I get one
) is usually on Sunday. This is when I do all my shopping. For those who work or shop at a grocery store on Sundays, I'm sure you know how it gets.
So I gets my foods and such, and I get in line. It is long. All the lines are long. I text with my boyfriend(who is two lanes over) as I wait. The woman in front of me has a massive cart full of food. She is loudly complaining to her daughter about how long it is taking. Because when you show up to a popular grocery store on a Sunday afternoon, is it usually dead. Riiight. Soon my boyfriend and I are debating via text how best to silence this EB. Finally the braying c**t gets to the belt and starts unloading, cashier starts scanning. La la la texting DEATH weeee la la la. The whole time the woman is complaining to her daughter about how slow the cashier is, how what an inconvenience this is, how only "retards and dropouts" work here. Needless to say, the text messages are getting awfully violent. Oh my, we are not well people.
Finally all the food is scanned... and the woman just now starts looking for her club card. Then she decides she wants to use a check. Oh, but no ID! My boyfriend has finished his shopping and is sitting nearby. The woman starts arguing about the need for an ID and the poor cashier pages for a manager. The daughter wanders off. The manager shows up and (yay!) is sticking to policy. *pets manager* The woman goes on and on about what a bother it is, blah blah blah, the manager explains it's for her protection. The daughter shows up with another cart(??), grabs her mother's purse, and starts looking through it. After what feels like a lifetime, the daughter finally pulls the woman's ID out of the purse. Five points to Gryffindor!
Then everything is loaded into the daughter's cart as the cashier runs the check. They start to flounce off on their way. Leaving the original cart. I loudly say, "Oh geeze, my very own cart. Just what I needed.". The pair looks back... and keeps walking. At least the daughter had the grace to look a bit bashful.
Me: What. A. HAG. You poor thing!
Cashier: *laugh and shrug* You see a lot worse here, eh?
Me: *scribbles on paper* Customerssuck.com. You sound like you need it.
Cashier:
Me: I'll bring the cart out with me. Have a great day!
) is usually on Sunday. This is when I do all my shopping. For those who work or shop at a grocery store on Sundays, I'm sure you know how it gets.So I gets my foods and such, and I get in line. It is long. All the lines are long. I text with my boyfriend(who is two lanes over) as I wait. The woman in front of me has a massive cart full of food. She is loudly complaining to her daughter about how long it is taking. Because when you show up to a popular grocery store on a Sunday afternoon, is it usually dead. Riiight. Soon my boyfriend and I are debating via text how best to silence this EB. Finally the braying c**t gets to the belt and starts unloading, cashier starts scanning. La la la texting DEATH weeee la la la. The whole time the woman is complaining to her daughter about how slow the cashier is, how what an inconvenience this is, how only "retards and dropouts" work here. Needless to say, the text messages are getting awfully violent. Oh my, we are not well people.
Finally all the food is scanned... and the woman just now starts looking for her club card. Then she decides she wants to use a check. Oh, but no ID! My boyfriend has finished his shopping and is sitting nearby. The woman starts arguing about the need for an ID and the poor cashier pages for a manager. The daughter wanders off. The manager shows up and (yay!) is sticking to policy. *pets manager* The woman goes on and on about what a bother it is, blah blah blah, the manager explains it's for her protection. The daughter shows up with another cart(??), grabs her mother's purse, and starts looking through it. After what feels like a lifetime, the daughter finally pulls the woman's ID out of the purse. Five points to Gryffindor!
Then everything is loaded into the daughter's cart as the cashier runs the check. They start to flounce off on their way. Leaving the original cart. I loudly say, "Oh geeze, my very own cart. Just what I needed.". The pair looks back... and keeps walking. At least the daughter had the grace to look a bit bashful.
Me: What. A. HAG. You poor thing!
Cashier: *laugh and shrug* You see a lot worse here, eh?
Me: *scribbles on paper* Customerssuck.com. You sound like you need it.
Cashier:
Me: I'll bring the cart out with me. Have a great day!
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