Usually people ask "Was I sucky?" I wasn't. No one will convince me otherwise.
In case I haven't mentioned it before, I have Asperger's. (Like I don't bring it up every chance I get, heh.) Part of my eccentricities includes being unable to filter out background noises. Usually it doesn't bother me, but in perpetually busy stores like Wal-Mart, it can get so loud and so chaotic that I freak out and can barely keep from bolting out of the store at full speed and/or attacking anyone who gets within ten feet.
So I did some reading on the subject and discovered some Aspies and autistics use headphones or earmuffs to cover up the sound. So, I've started carrying my CD player around with me so I can listen to my music while I shop and don't notice all the carrying on around me, therefore I don't freak out and possibly jam a ketchup bottle down someone's throat.
The door greeters at Wal-Mart have been super-cool when I started doing this, all I have to do is bring them my CD player and explain why I have it, and they're happy to mark it for me so that it's known that it's not been shoplifted. I put it in my pocket, hide the wire to the headphones under my shirt, and keep the volume just high enough to block the noise without irritating people around me (as long as they're not invading my personal space).
The cashier, though, was just a bit snotty. I only bought a few things, so I headed towards an express lane. THERE WAS A SIGN, which read 20 items or less, I had about 14 items, so I figured I was safe. I read the sign a few times to make sure it said 20 and not 10 because I will not go to an express if I'm over, even by just one or two items. It said 20. However, since the line was fairly long and the cashier was, ahem, slow, I left my headphones on while I was in line. Hey, I have "Welcome to the Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance on there, I can be patient with anything.
The fellow in front of me finished loading his things and moved to pay, so I started putting my stuff up and watched the cashier. As soon as she had his change in her hand, I turned off my CD player and took the headphones off, leaving them around my neck. Hence, no sound.
The woman turned to look at me, glanced at my headphones, and said, not joking, "Are you gonna be able to hear me?"
Figuring she thought I had a hearing disorder, I smiled and said "Yeah, I can hear you just fine."
She hmphed a bit. "Good, because I'm not yelling over your music."
Okay, now I'm irritated, but hey, whatever, she's probably had lots of drooling moron teenagers come through her line with their IPods blaring, I'll let it slide for now. So I finish putting the stuff on the counter and she shakes her head at me.
"You have too many items for this lane, I can't get you here."
Deep breath. Keep it together. "The sign says you take 20 items or less, I only have 14."
She looks a bit miffed (probably that I read the sign) but starts checking me out. I just keep my mouth shut because I'm happy that I was able to shop today without freaking out and I don't feel like ruining my night.
About halfway through, she started muttering. "Do you have your receipt for that?"
"My receipt for what?"
"That CD player. You have a receipt for that, don't you?"
"Um, no. This is my CD player, I've had it for weeks."
She actually STOPS scanning and looks at me. "Why do you have it in here, then?"
There's about three people in line and I really don't feel like having this conversation. "That's really none of your business."
"Can you prove you didn't steal it?"
GRRRRRRRRRRR...
"Yes, I can, *door greeter* over there talked to me when I brought it in and put a sticker on it for me so that EVERYONE would know I didn't steal it. Call him and ask if you don't believe me."
"Just to listen to music in the store?"
So now I had to raise my voice to make sure everyone in line knew who the idjit was in this exchange.
"IT'S BECAUSE I'M AUTISTIC AND THE BACKGROUND NOISE IN YOUR STORE IS TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE WITHOUT FLYING INTO A BERSERKER RAGE, DOES THAT MAKE MORE SENSE TO YOU?"
I wish I could say that she yelped her way into silence and was stunned at her own hubris, but that would be a lie. She hmphed again and finished checking me out, handed me my change, and gave me a fake cheerful "THAAAAAANK YOUUUUUUUU."
If I had the will to get up and drive over there, I'd complain, but I'm frankly not in the mood. I'm not sure what she was p'o'ed at me about but whatever.
In case I haven't mentioned it before, I have Asperger's. (Like I don't bring it up every chance I get, heh.) Part of my eccentricities includes being unable to filter out background noises. Usually it doesn't bother me, but in perpetually busy stores like Wal-Mart, it can get so loud and so chaotic that I freak out and can barely keep from bolting out of the store at full speed and/or attacking anyone who gets within ten feet.
So I did some reading on the subject and discovered some Aspies and autistics use headphones or earmuffs to cover up the sound. So, I've started carrying my CD player around with me so I can listen to my music while I shop and don't notice all the carrying on around me, therefore I don't freak out and possibly jam a ketchup bottle down someone's throat.
The door greeters at Wal-Mart have been super-cool when I started doing this, all I have to do is bring them my CD player and explain why I have it, and they're happy to mark it for me so that it's known that it's not been shoplifted. I put it in my pocket, hide the wire to the headphones under my shirt, and keep the volume just high enough to block the noise without irritating people around me (as long as they're not invading my personal space).
The cashier, though, was just a bit snotty. I only bought a few things, so I headed towards an express lane. THERE WAS A SIGN, which read 20 items or less, I had about 14 items, so I figured I was safe. I read the sign a few times to make sure it said 20 and not 10 because I will not go to an express if I'm over, even by just one or two items. It said 20. However, since the line was fairly long and the cashier was, ahem, slow, I left my headphones on while I was in line. Hey, I have "Welcome to the Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance on there, I can be patient with anything.
The fellow in front of me finished loading his things and moved to pay, so I started putting my stuff up and watched the cashier. As soon as she had his change in her hand, I turned off my CD player and took the headphones off, leaving them around my neck. Hence, no sound.
The woman turned to look at me, glanced at my headphones, and said, not joking, "Are you gonna be able to hear me?"
Figuring she thought I had a hearing disorder, I smiled and said "Yeah, I can hear you just fine."
She hmphed a bit. "Good, because I'm not yelling over your music."
Okay, now I'm irritated, but hey, whatever, she's probably had lots of drooling moron teenagers come through her line with their IPods blaring, I'll let it slide for now. So I finish putting the stuff on the counter and she shakes her head at me.
"You have too many items for this lane, I can't get you here."
Deep breath. Keep it together. "The sign says you take 20 items or less, I only have 14."She looks a bit miffed (probably that I read the sign) but starts checking me out. I just keep my mouth shut because I'm happy that I was able to shop today without freaking out and I don't feel like ruining my night.
About halfway through, she started muttering. "Do you have your receipt for that?"
"My receipt for what?"
"That CD player. You have a receipt for that, don't you?"
"Um, no. This is my CD player, I've had it for weeks."
She actually STOPS scanning and looks at me. "Why do you have it in here, then?"
There's about three people in line and I really don't feel like having this conversation. "That's really none of your business."
"Can you prove you didn't steal it?"
GRRRRRRRRRRR...
"Yes, I can, *door greeter* over there talked to me when I brought it in and put a sticker on it for me so that EVERYONE would know I didn't steal it. Call him and ask if you don't believe me."
"Just to listen to music in the store?"
So now I had to raise my voice to make sure everyone in line knew who the idjit was in this exchange.
"IT'S BECAUSE I'M AUTISTIC AND THE BACKGROUND NOISE IN YOUR STORE IS TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE WITHOUT FLYING INTO A BERSERKER RAGE, DOES THAT MAKE MORE SENSE TO YOU?"
I wish I could say that she yelped her way into silence and was stunned at her own hubris, but that would be a lie. She hmphed again and finished checking me out, handed me my change, and gave me a fake cheerful "THAAAAAANK YOUUUUUUUU."
If I had the will to get up and drive over there, I'd complain, but I'm frankly not in the mood. I'm not sure what she was p'o'ed at me about but whatever.


and there's always lots of work to do in the area they're in.

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