Whoo. First story. Not particularly epic, but I did have some teeth-grinding and I was pretty embarrassed at how this dude was talking to me.
Okay, so I'm in the express lane at the grocery store, with my mother and two jars of spaghetti sauce, behind a balding, middle-aged man and his wife. My mother is a bit of a grammar nazi, and one of her pet peeves is the phrasing "12 items or less." So, when I notice the express lane signs are actually correct:
Me, to Mom: Hey, did you see? The signs actually say "12 items or fewer" here!
The man in front of us turns around angrily. Man: Yes, I see that, there are TWO of us here.
Me: I was only talking about the grammar on the signs! I'm not trying to bother you!
Man: Continues to bitch at me for the perceived reprimand that I never meant to even imply.
I eventually got it through to him that I wasn't angry at him if he and his wife had separate groceries, and he turned around and left me alone. Indeed I wouldn't have been, either... but the cashier continues to ring up the entire cart full of about 20 items and neither Man nor Wife stops to pay him halfway through. Guess what? 100% of the money comes out of Man's wallet; I looked again and Wife isn't even carrying a purse!
THAT IS NOT HOW IT WORKS, MISTER.
Okay, so I'm in the express lane at the grocery store, with my mother and two jars of spaghetti sauce, behind a balding, middle-aged man and his wife. My mother is a bit of a grammar nazi, and one of her pet peeves is the phrasing "12 items or less." So, when I notice the express lane signs are actually correct:
Me, to Mom: Hey, did you see? The signs actually say "12 items or fewer" here!
The man in front of us turns around angrily. Man: Yes, I see that, there are TWO of us here.
Me: I was only talking about the grammar on the signs! I'm not trying to bother you!
Man: Continues to bitch at me for the perceived reprimand that I never meant to even imply.
I eventually got it through to him that I wasn't angry at him if he and his wife had separate groceries, and he turned around and left me alone. Indeed I wouldn't have been, either... but the cashier continues to ring up the entire cart full of about 20 items and neither Man nor Wife stops to pay him halfway through. Guess what? 100% of the money comes out of Man's wallet; I looked again and Wife isn't even carrying a purse!
THAT IS NOT HOW IT WORKS, MISTER.
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