I was in line at the store where everything's a dollar (cheap drinks and snacks, yum!) when Uberbitch in front of me asked the checker for a ten dollar pay-as-you-go phone replenishment card.
Checker: "So that's ten dollars, right?"
Uberbitch immediately shifts gears to loud and testy.
Uberbitch: "YES, that's what I SAID!!!! Weren't you LISTENING???!!!"
Checker: "Yes, I heard you. I'm only asking because it's store policy. If I activate a replenishment for the wrong amount, I can't de-activate it."
Uberbitch hasn't heard a word of this, obviously.
Uberbitch: "GAWD, how many times do I have to repeat myself!!!"
OMG, you poor thing! You were asked to decide to say either "Yes" or "No." Oh the horror! Oh the agony! Oh the snapping sound of the dying and lonely brain cells!
Uberbitch keeps ranting on and on in this same vein.
Checker obviously decides to not say anything else, and turns to the register. As she turns, I meet her gaze and roll my eyes at Uberbitch. Checker gets that look that says "I'd like to roll my eyes too."
Checker gives Uberbitch her receipt.
Checker: "Here you are ma'am, have a great day."
Uberbitch: "DAMMIT, where's the f***ing phone card!!!! Eleventy!!!"
Checker gets a look of triumphant vindication on her face as she s-l-o-w-l-y reaches out and touches her finger to the receipt still grasped in Uberbitch's paw.
Checker: "The pin number to add your money is printed right here on your receipt."
Uberbitch: "Grunt! Humph!"
Uberbitch turns and flounces toward the exit.
Dytch: (very loudly toward Uberbitch's retreating back) "PUTZ!"
Uberbitch's back stiffens, but she says nothing and retreats out the door.
Checker starts scanning my items.
Dytch: "What an idiot! She threw a s**t fit over nothing and then made a complete jackass out of herself."
Checker: "Oh we get all types in here, honey."
Checker: "So that's ten dollars, right?"
Uberbitch immediately shifts gears to loud and testy.
Uberbitch: "YES, that's what I SAID!!!! Weren't you LISTENING???!!!"
Checker: "Yes, I heard you. I'm only asking because it's store policy. If I activate a replenishment for the wrong amount, I can't de-activate it."
Uberbitch hasn't heard a word of this, obviously.
Uberbitch: "GAWD, how many times do I have to repeat myself!!!"
OMG, you poor thing! You were asked to decide to say either "Yes" or "No." Oh the horror! Oh the agony! Oh the snapping sound of the dying and lonely brain cells!
Uberbitch keeps ranting on and on in this same vein.
Checker obviously decides to not say anything else, and turns to the register. As she turns, I meet her gaze and roll my eyes at Uberbitch. Checker gets that look that says "I'd like to roll my eyes too."
Checker gives Uberbitch her receipt.
Checker: "Here you are ma'am, have a great day."
Uberbitch: "DAMMIT, where's the f***ing phone card!!!! Eleventy!!!"
Checker gets a look of triumphant vindication on her face as she s-l-o-w-l-y reaches out and touches her finger to the receipt still grasped in Uberbitch's paw.
Checker: "The pin number to add your money is printed right here on your receipt."
Uberbitch: "Grunt! Humph!"
Uberbitch turns and flounces toward the exit.
Dytch: (very loudly toward Uberbitch's retreating back) "PUTZ!"
Uberbitch's back stiffens, but she says nothing and retreats out the door.
Checker starts scanning my items.
Dytch: "What an idiot! She threw a s**t fit over nothing and then made a complete jackass out of herself."
Checker: "Oh we get all types in here, honey."
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