Soooo, last night, our area experienced our first 'winter' front. It was great. Temperatures dropped, snow was flying and of course, that heralds the flocking to the grocery store for supplies because people *still* think they're going to be 'snowed' in for a week and have to start gnawing on their pets or children apparently...
I did nip into my local grocery store as we needed just a few basics for dinner and as I was waiting in line I got to witness this suck on a poor cashier. Let me set the stage:
Cashier - young, nice gal with cute smile (a rarity at 5:30 p.m. during theapocalypse snow)
Pruney bitch - SC in front of me in line, a truly perfect catbutt face the entire transaction, at a glance, looked to be late 40s, early 50s
Cashier swipes Pruney bitch's purchases through, ending with a bottle of wine. Cashier turns to Pruney bitch and asks (very politely): 'Ma'am, may I see your I.D. for the wine, please?'
Pruney Bitch: WHHHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTT? *pulling her pruney face in tighter*
Cashier: 'I have to see your id to enter it into the register for the wine purchase, please.'
Pruney Bitch: 'You don't need to see my i.d.' **huffs, puffs, generally looks like she's going to actually turn her face inside out if her catbutt face gets any tighter**
Cashier: 'Ma'am. I'm sorry. I have to enter that I've seen it in my register'
Pruney Bitch: 'FINE!' *digs in her purse, flings i.d. at cashier who picks it up, reviews date on it, hands it back to the pruney bitch, then processes the transaction. 'WHERE'S YOUR MANAGER?!?! eleventy!!!!'
Cashier: (faltering a bit in her smile, the pruney bitch was getting to her) Right over there, Ma'am.
Pruney bitch snatches up her purchases and stomps over to floor manager, and complained about how *she* shouldn't have to show i.d. to buy a bottle of wine, she's obviously of age (but already in my mind not mature enough to buy a bottle of wine). Manager, who must have actually had a spine, explained it was their corporate policy no matter who was buying any alcohol to view the i.d. Cashier and I watched and I mentioned to cashier to not let the lady get her down, she's only doing her job. Cashier actually smiled again.
Pruney bitch finished her complaint to manager by saying, 'Well, I guess I'll just take it as a compliment, then.' and stomped out
As I was telling my husband what happened when I got home he said, 'You know what you should have done? Called over to the lady and said, "You know what? You shouldn't have to show I.D. You obviously are an old bitch!'
I love my husband!
I did nip into my local grocery store as we needed just a few basics for dinner and as I was waiting in line I got to witness this suck on a poor cashier. Let me set the stage:
Cashier - young, nice gal with cute smile (a rarity at 5:30 p.m. during the
Pruney bitch - SC in front of me in line, a truly perfect catbutt face the entire transaction, at a glance, looked to be late 40s, early 50s
Cashier swipes Pruney bitch's purchases through, ending with a bottle of wine. Cashier turns to Pruney bitch and asks (very politely): 'Ma'am, may I see your I.D. for the wine, please?'
Pruney Bitch: WHHHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTT? *pulling her pruney face in tighter*
Cashier: 'I have to see your id to enter it into the register for the wine purchase, please.'
Pruney Bitch: 'You don't need to see my i.d.' **huffs, puffs, generally looks like she's going to actually turn her face inside out if her catbutt face gets any tighter**
Cashier: 'Ma'am. I'm sorry. I have to enter that I've seen it in my register'
Pruney Bitch: 'FINE!' *digs in her purse, flings i.d. at cashier who picks it up, reviews date on it, hands it back to the pruney bitch, then processes the transaction. 'WHERE'S YOUR MANAGER?!?! eleventy!!!!'
Cashier: (faltering a bit in her smile, the pruney bitch was getting to her) Right over there, Ma'am.
Pruney bitch snatches up her purchases and stomps over to floor manager, and complained about how *she* shouldn't have to show i.d. to buy a bottle of wine, she's obviously of age (but already in my mind not mature enough to buy a bottle of wine). Manager, who must have actually had a spine, explained it was their corporate policy no matter who was buying any alcohol to view the i.d. Cashier and I watched and I mentioned to cashier to not let the lady get her down, she's only doing her job. Cashier actually smiled again.
Pruney bitch finished her complaint to manager by saying, 'Well, I guess I'll just take it as a compliment, then.' and stomped out
As I was telling my husband what happened when I got home he said, 'You know what you should have done? Called over to the lady and said, "You know what? You shouldn't have to show I.D. You obviously are an old bitch!'
I love my husband!





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