Ugh. This was so flipping frustrating.
I've had a very long and bad week (a lot of personal stuff going on, not on topic). Last night I stopped by a Walmart to pick up a few things for my mother's house. I hadn't meant it to be a long trip, but had not had dinner, so I stopped by the McDonalds intending to get something to go. I knew what I wanted (I always make up my mind quickly).
In line in front of me are two kids, about 13 or 14 ish. The cashier is maybe a little older than the kids, and clearly went to school with them.
C: teenaged cashier
SG1: Sucky teenaged girl
SG2: mildly sucky teen girl
SB1: Sucky Teen boy
SB2: Sucky younger teen boy
Me:
As I get in line, SG1 and SB1 are chatting with C about a test they'd taken in school that week.
C: Blah, blah, blah yeah, I know I flunked that test
SG1: Yeah, me too.
Me: *sighs wondering when the fuck these dips are going to order*
SB2: *comes to the counter and gets a wad of cash from SB1*
SG1: Yeah, I want 2 four peices and, hey, what do you guys want? *she turns to get an order from the kids behind me, who don't answer* HEY! WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Me: Oh, my God. *I glare at SG1*
SG1 finishes her order and pays. SB1 is up. He hems and haws a bit.
Me: *losing patience* Oh, good Lord. Come on.
SB1 finishes his order, and calls back to SG2: What do you want?
SG2 comes to counter: Oh, I don't know. Uhmm . . . .
Me:
*literally. I did the Homer Simpson hand smack to the forehead* Oh, come on people.
SB1: *perhaps seeing that I am getting increasingly pissed at their foot dragging, hastily orders and pays*
What was C doing during all this? Carrying on with SB2 and SG1. He stops and is all business when the manager finally comes onto the floor. Finally I can order.
Me: A number 10 with a Coke to go, please.
Nuggets were fresh, but over cooked. I suppose I should have gone back and complained, but I just didn't have the energy for it last night.
When I got home, I said to my brother, "Now I remember all the reasons I hate shopping at Walmart!"
He laughed at me, of course. SOB.
I've had a very long and bad week (a lot of personal stuff going on, not on topic). Last night I stopped by a Walmart to pick up a few things for my mother's house. I hadn't meant it to be a long trip, but had not had dinner, so I stopped by the McDonalds intending to get something to go. I knew what I wanted (I always make up my mind quickly).
In line in front of me are two kids, about 13 or 14 ish. The cashier is maybe a little older than the kids, and clearly went to school with them.
C: teenaged cashier
SG1: Sucky teenaged girl
SG2: mildly sucky teen girl
SB1: Sucky Teen boy
SB2: Sucky younger teen boy
Me:

As I get in line, SG1 and SB1 are chatting with C about a test they'd taken in school that week.
C: Blah, blah, blah yeah, I know I flunked that test
SG1: Yeah, me too.
Me: *sighs wondering when the fuck these dips are going to order*
SB2: *comes to the counter and gets a wad of cash from SB1*
SG1: Yeah, I want 2 four peices and, hey, what do you guys want? *she turns to get an order from the kids behind me, who don't answer* HEY! WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Me: Oh, my God. *I glare at SG1*

SG1 finishes her order and pays. SB1 is up. He hems and haws a bit.
Me: *losing patience* Oh, good Lord. Come on.
SB1 finishes his order, and calls back to SG2: What do you want?
SG2 comes to counter: Oh, I don't know. Uhmm . . . .
Me:
*literally. I did the Homer Simpson hand smack to the forehead* Oh, come on people. SB1: *perhaps seeing that I am getting increasingly pissed at their foot dragging, hastily orders and pays*
What was C doing during all this? Carrying on with SB2 and SG1. He stops and is all business when the manager finally comes onto the floor. Finally I can order.
Me: A number 10 with a Coke to go, please.
Nuggets were fresh, but over cooked. I suppose I should have gone back and complained, but I just didn't have the energy for it last night.
When I got home, I said to my brother, "Now I remember all the reasons I hate shopping at Walmart!"
He laughed at me, of course. SOB.



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