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That little quote comes courtesy of my sister-in-law, who was explaining in dinner conversation yesterday why she often flees the store having completed only half her grocery shopping, and why she often needs my brother to come along to ensure that it all gets done.
She just can't handle the other customers, you see. They're too rude and stupid and she can only take so much of it. If she could afford to grocery shop anywhere else, she probably would.
She didn't elaborate on what exactly sends her running from the store so often, but my brother chimed in with a story about how a single elderly couple managed to block an entire aisle and was not concerned about this situation in the slightest. The man was squinting at a jar of something held about an inch from his face, with a look of concentration usually reserved for stellae unearthed in the desert and which may, or may not, contain the alphabet of a heretofore unknown ancient civilization. The woman was wearing purple sweatpants and was bent over to inspect something on a low shelf, legs spread wide, presenting the store an unparalleled view of her extremely broad ass.
The backup on either side of this couple was four carts deep, and according to my brother all anyone could do was make eye contact with another trapped shopper and commiserate -- and this was because the elderly couple wasn't going anywhere, thank you very much.
All in all, it's not much of a sighting, but it should at least serve to warm the hearts of you retail workers that the customers horrify even other customers sometimes.
She just can't handle the other customers, you see. They're too rude and stupid and she can only take so much of it. If she could afford to grocery shop anywhere else, she probably would.
She didn't elaborate on what exactly sends her running from the store so often, but my brother chimed in with a story about how a single elderly couple managed to block an entire aisle and was not concerned about this situation in the slightest. The man was squinting at a jar of something held about an inch from his face, with a look of concentration usually reserved for stellae unearthed in the desert and which may, or may not, contain the alphabet of a heretofore unknown ancient civilization. The woman was wearing purple sweatpants and was bent over to inspect something on a low shelf, legs spread wide, presenting the store an unparalleled view of her extremely broad ass.
The backup on either side of this couple was four carts deep, and according to my brother all anyone could do was make eye contact with another trapped shopper and commiserate -- and this was because the elderly couple wasn't going anywhere, thank you very much.
All in all, it's not much of a sighting, but it should at least serve to warm the hearts of you retail workers that the customers horrify even other customers sometimes.
Maybe I still have to SEE the stupid but at least I can drown out the sound.
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