To start, I have to admit that I'm a bit touchy right now. I've been sick for a week and showing no signs of getting better soon. Nothing serious, but certainly irritating.
About 30 minutes ago I headed off to the store for some milk, juice and cold medicine. With one regular lane open, but all four self scan lanes open, I opt for self scan. I don't want to breathe on some poor unsuspecting cashier.
The self scans in my store are set up like regular lanes. You scan and send stuff down a conveyor to the bag area.
I stand around waiting for one to open up. Finally, a middle aged man stops scanning and pays. Once he's clear, I start scanning. Yeah, ok, maybe I should have waited for him to finish bagging his gazillion cans of soup, veggies, tuna, and candy, but I feel like crap and want to go.
I send my milk down the belt and scan my club card, and the next thing I hear is
Guy: "Ma'am?! Is this your milk?" He's holding my milk above his head like a damn trophy.
Me: "Yeah, sorry. I'll take that."
Guy: "It's with my stuff now. Must be my milk."
Me: (Oh FFS!) "'Fraid not. Give it to me please." (In retrospect, bad choice of words.)
Guy: "Ok." and he slams the milk to the ground, splitting the carton open and splashing milk all over my legs and feet.
For crying out loud! Was that really necessary? I mean, whenver I have a bunch of items at the self scan and someone else's starts to move into mine, I just use the order divider. -=le sigh=-
About 30 minutes ago I headed off to the store for some milk, juice and cold medicine. With one regular lane open, but all four self scan lanes open, I opt for self scan. I don't want to breathe on some poor unsuspecting cashier.
The self scans in my store are set up like regular lanes. You scan and send stuff down a conveyor to the bag area.
I stand around waiting for one to open up. Finally, a middle aged man stops scanning and pays. Once he's clear, I start scanning. Yeah, ok, maybe I should have waited for him to finish bagging his gazillion cans of soup, veggies, tuna, and candy, but I feel like crap and want to go.
I send my milk down the belt and scan my club card, and the next thing I hear is
Guy: "Ma'am?! Is this your milk?" He's holding my milk above his head like a damn trophy.
Me: "Yeah, sorry. I'll take that."
Guy: "It's with my stuff now. Must be my milk."
Me: (Oh FFS!) "'Fraid not. Give it to me please." (In retrospect, bad choice of words.)
Guy: "Ok." and he slams the milk to the ground, splitting the carton open and splashing milk all over my legs and feet.
For crying out loud! Was that really necessary? I mean, whenver I have a bunch of items at the self scan and someone else's starts to move into mine, I just use the order divider. -=le sigh=-
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