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So, as the title implies, I went grocery shopping today. I ended up at a Walmart Neighborhood Market. Couple instances of humanity's backsliding as follows:
Control your damn kid, lady!!
Random little 4 or 5 year old overly hyper boy kept darting in and out of the aisles, nearly knocking people over. He actually knocked into me and I dropped the package of toilet paper I was holding on his head. His mother shot me a dirty look and I glared back. I told her she should be grateful he didn't run into me in the dairy section or it could've been a gallon of milk, and he'd be completely at fault, and so would she. (Me, short on patience? Whatever gave you that idea...?)
If you're in such a hurry...
I admit, I had a lot of crap, but I went through the self checkouts anyway, because being a cashier myself, I am pretty damn fast on those things. I stacked everything in the bagging area, rather than use plastic bags because I brought a rolling duffel with me to stick everything in when I was done, since I ride the bus everywhere. It's far more convenient than wrestling with an armload of grocery bags.
So, I'm almost done scanning, and the woman behind me starts huffing and pointedly sighing as I'm zipping along. I glance at her a few times, and she has this expression on her face like she's suffering through agonizing minutes of torture. I move on to start inputting my produce ( I actually write down the 4 digit numbers, so I don't spend forever looking them up on the alphabetical list.) And this woman sighs louder. I turn to her and finally get a little confrontational.
Me: Excuse me, but am I in someway offending you by using this self-checkout?
Her: It's just that you're taking forEVER.
Me: I have 19 items. I've got 3 left to scan. I've only been here for 2 minutes. That's not forever.
Her: <In a nasty tone of voice> Well, maybe if you actually did something smart like push skip bagging after everything, since you're not using bags, it'd go a lot faster.
Me: Actually, I'd have to wait for that message to pop up on the screen for me to bag the item before I can push skip bagging. This is faster.
Her: Well, some people have things to do and don't want to waste their Saturday behind a slowpoke in the checkout line!
Me: <Smiling sweetly> Well, ma'am, maybe if you actually did something smart, like go to that express lane that's open with no line, you'd have been out of here already!
I finished everything during our conversation, including paying, and grabbing my stuff out of the bagging area, I was just waiting for my receipt to print. I walked away before she could reply, loaded up my duffel and rolled it out of the store. I did see her have a cat butt look on her face while I was loading though. Apparently, while whining at me, she failed to realized the stuff she grabbed had no UPC codes to scan! The machine told her to wait for assistance, and as I was leaving she was arguing with the SCO attendant about something.
Karma is sweet...
Control your damn kid, lady!!
Random little 4 or 5 year old overly hyper boy kept darting in and out of the aisles, nearly knocking people over. He actually knocked into me and I dropped the package of toilet paper I was holding on his head. His mother shot me a dirty look and I glared back. I told her she should be grateful he didn't run into me in the dairy section or it could've been a gallon of milk, and he'd be completely at fault, and so would she. (Me, short on patience? Whatever gave you that idea...?)
If you're in such a hurry...
I admit, I had a lot of crap, but I went through the self checkouts anyway, because being a cashier myself, I am pretty damn fast on those things. I stacked everything in the bagging area, rather than use plastic bags because I brought a rolling duffel with me to stick everything in when I was done, since I ride the bus everywhere. It's far more convenient than wrestling with an armload of grocery bags.
So, I'm almost done scanning, and the woman behind me starts huffing and pointedly sighing as I'm zipping along. I glance at her a few times, and she has this expression on her face like she's suffering through agonizing minutes of torture. I move on to start inputting my produce ( I actually write down the 4 digit numbers, so I don't spend forever looking them up on the alphabetical list.) And this woman sighs louder. I turn to her and finally get a little confrontational.
Me: Excuse me, but am I in someway offending you by using this self-checkout?
Her: It's just that you're taking forEVER.
Me: I have 19 items. I've got 3 left to scan. I've only been here for 2 minutes. That's not forever.
Her: <In a nasty tone of voice> Well, maybe if you actually did something smart like push skip bagging after everything, since you're not using bags, it'd go a lot faster.
Me: Actually, I'd have to wait for that message to pop up on the screen for me to bag the item before I can push skip bagging. This is faster.
Her: Well, some people have things to do and don't want to waste their Saturday behind a slowpoke in the checkout line!
Me: <Smiling sweetly> Well, ma'am, maybe if you actually did something smart, like go to that express lane that's open with no line, you'd have been out of here already!
I finished everything during our conversation, including paying, and grabbing my stuff out of the bagging area, I was just waiting for my receipt to print. I walked away before she could reply, loaded up my duffel and rolled it out of the store. I did see her have a cat butt look on her face while I was loading though. Apparently, while whining at me, she failed to realized the stuff she grabbed had no UPC codes to scan! The machine told her to wait for assistance, and as I was leaving she was arguing with the SCO attendant about something.
Karma is sweet...
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