Cart guy, part 1
When I went to the grocery store yesterday it was chilly, windy, and rainy. The poor cart guy is out there getting the carts, and I feel for him, I've been there myself. He's pushing his line of carts and just starts past an empty parking spot when some idiot tries to park there. Rather than waiting patiently for his line of carts to go past, the guy gets as close to the carts as he can and then blows his horn until the cart guy manages to get out of the way. As if they line of carriages is equipped with reverse?
That cashier is closed...
There were two express lanes running, near but not next to each other. As I was getting up to the registers, one of the express cashiers flipped off his light and put up a closed sign. He pull over a couple of people from the other line. I assume to thin things out before he left.
I get into the other line, with only four people in front of me, which normally goes pretty fast in express. The woman in front of me looks over at the closed register, looks back at the line, looks back to me and:
Woman: I'm moving over to the other express line, so you can move up.
Me: Ummm...that register is closed. He just up his sign and turned out the light.
Woman: I don't think so. You're wrong.
Me: Lady, seriously, there's a closed sign up.
Woman: Like you know. *pushes her cart over to the other register*
Me:
The closed cashier told her he was closed and tried to send her back over to the open register where she came from. She started arguing with him and a front end supervisor stepped in and told him to ring her out. My stuff was already being rung up at that point, or I'd have gone over to point out how stupid she was about it. If she'd stayed, she'd have had her stuff rung up and paid for faster. I was walking out the door as her order was just being started. Idiocy, it should be a crime.
Cart guy, part 2
This poor bastard just couldn't catch a break. I was parked next to the cart return and had just got back into my car as he walked into the return to grab the few carts that were in there. A Jaguar whips around the back of my car and slides to a halt inches from the metal cart corral. Cart guy had looked like
, obviously thinking he was going to get creamed. Jag guy gets out, cell phone stuck to his ear, and starts to walk away. His Jag, of course, was blocking all the carts in and 3/4 of it was sticking out into the driveway. This was way too
for me to keep my mouth shut.
I opened my door stood up and yelled "Hey, genius! You can't park there, it's a freakin' cart return!" Jag guy turns around, looks at me, looks at the corral, looks at his car, and then looks back at me with this expression:
He ponders for a moment and walks slowly back to his car. As he's getting into it, he slaps the roof of my car and yells "F--- you, a--hole!" I felt it necessary to respond in kind, with sign language in case he couldn't hear me.
Cart guy gave me a wave before I left, so I feel like I did some good. Keep on keeping on, cart guy, your job is full of suck, but you don't have to be!
When I went to the grocery store yesterday it was chilly, windy, and rainy. The poor cart guy is out there getting the carts, and I feel for him, I've been there myself. He's pushing his line of carts and just starts past an empty parking spot when some idiot tries to park there. Rather than waiting patiently for his line of carts to go past, the guy gets as close to the carts as he can and then blows his horn until the cart guy manages to get out of the way. As if they line of carriages is equipped with reverse?
That cashier is closed...
There were two express lanes running, near but not next to each other. As I was getting up to the registers, one of the express cashiers flipped off his light and put up a closed sign. He pull over a couple of people from the other line. I assume to thin things out before he left.
I get into the other line, with only four people in front of me, which normally goes pretty fast in express. The woman in front of me looks over at the closed register, looks back at the line, looks back to me and:
Woman: I'm moving over to the other express line, so you can move up.
Me: Ummm...that register is closed. He just up his sign and turned out the light.
Woman: I don't think so. You're wrong.
Me: Lady, seriously, there's a closed sign up.
Woman: Like you know. *pushes her cart over to the other register*
Me:

The closed cashier told her he was closed and tried to send her back over to the open register where she came from. She started arguing with him and a front end supervisor stepped in and told him to ring her out. My stuff was already being rung up at that point, or I'd have gone over to point out how stupid she was about it. If she'd stayed, she'd have had her stuff rung up and paid for faster. I was walking out the door as her order was just being started. Idiocy, it should be a crime.
Cart guy, part 2
This poor bastard just couldn't catch a break. I was parked next to the cart return and had just got back into my car as he walked into the return to grab the few carts that were in there. A Jaguar whips around the back of my car and slides to a halt inches from the metal cart corral. Cart guy had looked like
, obviously thinking he was going to get creamed. Jag guy gets out, cell phone stuck to his ear, and starts to walk away. His Jag, of course, was blocking all the carts in and 3/4 of it was sticking out into the driveway. This was way too
for me to keep my mouth shut.I opened my door stood up and yelled "Hey, genius! You can't park there, it's a freakin' cart return!" Jag guy turns around, looks at me, looks at the corral, looks at his car, and then looks back at me with this expression:

He ponders for a moment and walks slowly back to his car. As he's getting into it, he slaps the roof of my car and yells "F--- you, a--hole!" I felt it necessary to respond in kind, with sign language in case he couldn't hear me.
Cart guy gave me a wave before I left, so I feel like I did some good. Keep on keeping on, cart guy, your job is full of suck, but you don't have to be!



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