I hate Winco. I mean, I love the prices and the deals but I loathe the people there. Its just.. the cheap prices make the classless, crude and rude come out in droves.
Today was one of those days where I just... wish I had *never* gotten out of bed.I got a mild case of food poisoning in the morning and kept going in and out of my anger Management class. My period started and I had no cash nor any feminine supplies (thank goodness for kind people and their quarters). I almost got rear ended in traffic. Guy at Target didn't give me my gift card (shelf promo) and showed complete disinterest in even double checking the GC info... and then to top it all off, my *one* splurge of the season ended up at my feet because the barista didn't put the cap on right on my mocha frap. And then I had people bitching about me having the door open, thereby preventing their parking next to me because I was *cleaning out* the blended coffee mess from the car. -.- (One guy totally layed on the horn to get me to move and I just ignored it).
To top it all off, right when we're at Winco my back gave out. I took a step, I got locked, I cried and wanted to just.. die. But I didn't. Instead, I bit my lip and kept going once I got unstuck and decided to go home.
Once at the registers, there's, as usual, a HUGE line. I get there and wait, patiently.
After about ten minutes, another register is finally opened, There are six of us (hubs, me, a couple, a mom and her daughter)blocking the way that are waved over to the new register. The leading girl, lets a sweet couple who only had one item in front of her and I follow.
This other trio had been walking to park behind me when the new line opened. One of the girls, the one not pushing the overflowing cart, decides to run for it. As she's running, she looks over her right shoulder, straight at *me* and keeps running, hip pushing my cart out of the way.
I just grumbled and kept pushing forward, veering out of the way and getting right behind the Mom and her daughter. Running Girl (RG) is not in line, btw, she's right off to the left of it , waving at the friend pushing the cart.
F: Its okay, I'm in line now. Besides, you cut her off.
RG: But I got here first, just come here.
F: Its fine, her cart is not that full anyway.
RG: But I got here first.
M: Excuse me, I was here first, you just pushed my cart with your hip.
RG: I did not touch your cart.
M: You probably didn't feel it as I tried not to hurt you.
RG: I got here first and I didn't touch your cart.
M: I'm sorry, but I was in line first; I have been waiting for a long while and you just ran in front of me. Maybe you didn't notice that this was a line and that I was not trying to go on through.
RG: But I got here first.
M: Yes, I know that, because you *cut me off*, thereby line jumping.
RG: But... I got here first.
F: Just let it go, RG.Seriously, its okay. They're probably in a hurry.
RG: But.. I got here first.
M: Again, you did get here first only because I *did not want to hurt you.*.
RG then proceeds to look me over and in a snotty tone says:
RG: I did not touch your cart and I got here first, so F, get over here.
M: -by now, my cart is now pressed against the back of the conveyor belt as she has pushed me that far back- I don't have as many items as you anyway.
F: Just.. Let it go. Its fine.
RG: But I GOT here FIRST.
M: -feeling her face get flushed and my anger now rising.-
RG: -sees the vein starting to pop on M's forehead.- but..
M: Seriously, that is just rude.
F: Let.It.Go.
RG: Fine. I'll let it go. -as she's now walking next to me.- Because, you know, I don't bitch. I'm not the type to just, you know, BITCH.
M: Thank you, I KNOW I am a Bitch, what's your point?
This, I said with a calm, even tone of voice though I am sure I was giving her a deathglare.. or something... because her voice just got quieter as she said she had not implied that I was a Bitch.
M: Well, implied or not, just so you know, I am, indeed, a Bitch. I have no problem with that.
I think I broke her brain at that moment because she didn't know how to react. She may have been expecting for me to say something snarky, maybe even smack her.. I don't know.. but all she could do was stand there and blink at me, mumbling under her breath about how she didn't mean how that came out.
Hubby then tells me he was compelled to tell her that even if she did not mean to imply that I was a Bitch, her saying "Unlike people, I don't bitch" she was, quite, in fact, complaining... and if she wasn't complaining, she was implying that someone around her was.
I left the store cool as a cucumber at the whole incident.
G was right, when confronted with the Truth, people don't know how to react. LOL
PS: She *did* have more crap that I did. My cart was half full, hers was overflowing. Hubby says he wanted to tell her she needed some Class and a pair of glasses.
Today was one of those days where I just... wish I had *never* gotten out of bed.I got a mild case of food poisoning in the morning and kept going in and out of my anger Management class. My period started and I had no cash nor any feminine supplies (thank goodness for kind people and their quarters). I almost got rear ended in traffic. Guy at Target didn't give me my gift card (shelf promo) and showed complete disinterest in even double checking the GC info... and then to top it all off, my *one* splurge of the season ended up at my feet because the barista didn't put the cap on right on my mocha frap. And then I had people bitching about me having the door open, thereby preventing their parking next to me because I was *cleaning out* the blended coffee mess from the car. -.- (One guy totally layed on the horn to get me to move and I just ignored it).
To top it all off, right when we're at Winco my back gave out. I took a step, I got locked, I cried and wanted to just.. die. But I didn't. Instead, I bit my lip and kept going once I got unstuck and decided to go home.
Once at the registers, there's, as usual, a HUGE line. I get there and wait, patiently.
After about ten minutes, another register is finally opened, There are six of us (hubs, me, a couple, a mom and her daughter)blocking the way that are waved over to the new register. The leading girl, lets a sweet couple who only had one item in front of her and I follow.
This other trio had been walking to park behind me when the new line opened. One of the girls, the one not pushing the overflowing cart, decides to run for it. As she's running, she looks over her right shoulder, straight at *me* and keeps running, hip pushing my cart out of the way.
I just grumbled and kept pushing forward, veering out of the way and getting right behind the Mom and her daughter. Running Girl (RG) is not in line, btw, she's right off to the left of it , waving at the friend pushing the cart.
F: Its okay, I'm in line now. Besides, you cut her off.
RG: But I got here first, just come here.
F: Its fine, her cart is not that full anyway.
RG: But I got here first.
M: Excuse me, I was here first, you just pushed my cart with your hip.
RG: I did not touch your cart.
M: You probably didn't feel it as I tried not to hurt you.
RG: I got here first and I didn't touch your cart.
M: I'm sorry, but I was in line first; I have been waiting for a long while and you just ran in front of me. Maybe you didn't notice that this was a line and that I was not trying to go on through.
RG: But I got here first.
M: Yes, I know that, because you *cut me off*, thereby line jumping.
RG: But... I got here first.
F: Just let it go, RG.Seriously, its okay. They're probably in a hurry.
RG: But.. I got here first.
M: Again, you did get here first only because I *did not want to hurt you.*.
RG then proceeds to look me over and in a snotty tone says:
RG: I did not touch your cart and I got here first, so F, get over here.
M: -by now, my cart is now pressed against the back of the conveyor belt as she has pushed me that far back- I don't have as many items as you anyway.
F: Just.. Let it go. Its fine.
RG: But I GOT here FIRST.
M: -feeling her face get flushed and my anger now rising.-
RG: -sees the vein starting to pop on M's forehead.- but..
M: Seriously, that is just rude.
F: Let.It.Go.
RG: Fine. I'll let it go. -as she's now walking next to me.- Because, you know, I don't bitch. I'm not the type to just, you know, BITCH.
M: Thank you, I KNOW I am a Bitch, what's your point?
This, I said with a calm, even tone of voice though I am sure I was giving her a deathglare.. or something... because her voice just got quieter as she said she had not implied that I was a Bitch.
M: Well, implied or not, just so you know, I am, indeed, a Bitch. I have no problem with that.
I think I broke her brain at that moment because she didn't know how to react. She may have been expecting for me to say something snarky, maybe even smack her.. I don't know.. but all she could do was stand there and blink at me, mumbling under her breath about how she didn't mean how that came out.
Hubby then tells me he was compelled to tell her that even if she did not mean to imply that I was a Bitch, her saying "Unlike people, I don't bitch" she was, quite, in fact, complaining... and if she wasn't complaining, she was implying that someone around her was.
I left the store cool as a cucumber at the whole incident.
G was right, when confronted with the Truth, people don't know how to react. LOL
PS: She *did* have more crap that I did. My cart was half full, hers was overflowing. Hubby says he wanted to tell her she needed some Class and a pair of glasses.
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