I'm not exactly sure where this goes, but since it happened to me away from work, I'll post it here.
This morning my husband left for work. A few minutes later he came back in - his car is not working. This is not a huge problem, he has a good extended warranty. Its just an inconvenience. So, he gets his car started and I follow him to the dealership. We drop off his car and decide we have time to make a quick trip to the grocery store.
We quickly cruise through the store and are at the checkout in a short time - doing good. Aaaaannnnnd...no. Its not too bad at checkout, two registers with cashiers have one customer each. Four self-checkouts also have one customer each. We choose a self-checkout where an old woman was buying ONE THING. She had a half gallon of chocolate milk. Awesome - hopefully this will be fast. She sloooooowly conducts her transaction. OK, no big deal. She is old and we can respect that. Up to this point all is good.
Then she turns into the Entitlement Queen of Ultimate Suckitude. After she collects her change and takes her receipt she strolls down to the other end of the counter. We step up to begin our transaction and...stop. She is standing there rooting for the Lost Ark inside her purse.
Dig dig dig, rustle, root, pause, dig more.
Finally I tell my husband to start scanning and I go around to the other side of the counter and begin bagging. She gives me a cat butt face and roots some more. I smile and continue bagging. Then she frowns at me and WANDERS AWAY.
She left her milk sitting in the middle of the bagging area and walked away. Um...again no. I put her milk in her cart and moved it out of the way. I continue bagging and our stuff is piling up on the counter. When Mr. Zu finishes scanning I will grab the cart and fill it with the bagged groceries.
She strolls back, notices her milk in her cart, huffs disgustedly at me, steps in front of the bag rack and begins to slooooooowly battle with the bags. She is vainly attempting to put a paper bag into a plastic bag and the bags are winning. Meanwhile, I cannot get to the bags and husband has to stop scanning. (I'll mention now that the self-checkout next to us was empty by this point and she could have bagged her milk there, it is where I placed her cart to get it out of the way.) As I stand there trying to contain my urge to kill. She wants to know where her receipt went. I say sorry I don't know, its probably under my pile of groceries. So she stands there and STARES AT ME. I'm still trying to be nice so I shift my Cokes and see it peeking out. I grab it to satisfy her receipt lust and accidentally tear it in half
(I really wish I could say I did it on purpose, but no). She looks at the mutilated paper and gawps like I poisoned a basket of kittens. I hand her the other half and say Oops.
She has to have the last word and in a sanctimonious tone tells me that old people take a long time and I need to understand that. She then sticks her nose in the air and huffs off to the parking lot. I so wanted to tear her a new one for being so inconsiderate but really, there is no way to yell at an old person in a grocery store without looking like a complete douchebag.
I know plenty of people her age who are pretty agile and (more important) considerate of others. Aaaaaarrrrrggggh that woman was obnoxious. At no time did she try to be considerate or even apologize for hogging the checkout space. If she had been having difficulty we would have helped her, but she was getting along just fine. Her only problem was her self-perception as Center of the Universe. ![Pissed](https://www.customerssuck.com/board/core/images/smilies/pissed.gif)
Of course, the worse she got, the more I started composing this post in my head. It really kept me from eviscerating her with a handy jar of Creamy Ranch(I would never really do such a thing to a jar of delicious innocent Ranch dressing).
This morning my husband left for work. A few minutes later he came back in - his car is not working. This is not a huge problem, he has a good extended warranty. Its just an inconvenience. So, he gets his car started and I follow him to the dealership. We drop off his car and decide we have time to make a quick trip to the grocery store.
We quickly cruise through the store and are at the checkout in a short time - doing good. Aaaaannnnnd...no. Its not too bad at checkout, two registers with cashiers have one customer each. Four self-checkouts also have one customer each. We choose a self-checkout where an old woman was buying ONE THING. She had a half gallon of chocolate milk. Awesome - hopefully this will be fast. She sloooooowly conducts her transaction. OK, no big deal. She is old and we can respect that. Up to this point all is good.
Then she turns into the Entitlement Queen of Ultimate Suckitude. After she collects her change and takes her receipt she strolls down to the other end of the counter. We step up to begin our transaction and...stop. She is standing there rooting for the Lost Ark inside her purse.
![Confused](https://www.customerssuck.com/board/core/images/smilies/confused.png)
Finally I tell my husband to start scanning and I go around to the other side of the counter and begin bagging. She gives me a cat butt face and roots some more. I smile and continue bagging. Then she frowns at me and WANDERS AWAY.
![EEK!](https://www.customerssuck.com/board/core/images/smilies/eek.png)
She strolls back, notices her milk in her cart, huffs disgustedly at me, steps in front of the bag rack and begins to slooooooowly battle with the bags. She is vainly attempting to put a paper bag into a plastic bag and the bags are winning. Meanwhile, I cannot get to the bags and husband has to stop scanning. (I'll mention now that the self-checkout next to us was empty by this point and she could have bagged her milk there, it is where I placed her cart to get it out of the way.) As I stand there trying to contain my urge to kill. She wants to know where her receipt went. I say sorry I don't know, its probably under my pile of groceries. So she stands there and STARES AT ME. I'm still trying to be nice so I shift my Cokes and see it peeking out. I grab it to satisfy her receipt lust and accidentally tear it in half
![Stick Out Tongue](https://www.customerssuck.com/board/core/images/smilies/tongue.png)
She has to have the last word and in a sanctimonious tone tells me that old people take a long time and I need to understand that. She then sticks her nose in the air and huffs off to the parking lot. I so wanted to tear her a new one for being so inconsiderate but really, there is no way to yell at an old person in a grocery store without looking like a complete douchebag.
![Shrug](https://www.customerssuck.com/board/core/images/smilies/shrug.gif)
![Pissed](https://www.customerssuck.com/board/core/images/smilies/pissed.gif)
Of course, the worse she got, the more I started composing this post in my head. It really kept me from eviscerating her with a handy jar of Creamy Ranch(I would never really do such a thing to a jar of delicious innocent Ranch dressing).
![Devil](https://www.customerssuck.com/board/core/images/smilies/devil.gif)
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