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*sigh* Today was my major grocery shopping day for the week. Got a few stories from it today. Most were just minor things, though, except for what happened right at home. 
Did nothing to deserve those ugly looks...
The first store we went to was mostly uneventful except for the fact that almost everyone there seemed to resent our very presence. Yes, we have a cart we're trying to navigate through the store. So do you, people. Our cart isn't any more in the way than yours. In fact, less so considering we're just passing through and grabbing what we need while you turn your cart sideways and block most of the aisle.
On the way home on the train, we were nearby another couple and the husband/boyfriend/whoever he was couldn't stop sneezing. He covered his mouth and everything, but eventually I said, "Bless you!" They laughed and thanked me and explained something was setting off his allergies. I came back with, "Ah! We understand allergies!" To which the woman shot me back the most ugly look like "How dare you still be talking" type of look. Whatever, woman!
Cutie pie
Why is it I get hit on the most when I'm the most frumpy?
Coming out of the train station, my husband got a little bit ahead of me, so I guess we didn't look like we were together. I had someone call out "HEY CUTIE PIE!" Keep walking....
Not here!
I live in a high rise, so there's a lobby area on the ground floor. On my way out to go to another store after dropping off my purchases from the last place, I was appalled to see a table set up with a sales person pitching Clear internet to the tenants coming and going.
Um, really? REALLY??? I live here! I don't want a sales pitch in my own HOME! Yes, it wasn't in my apartment, but this is the building I live in that I've generally felt pretty comfortable in, including the common areas. What's next? The fitness room?? Honestly, that made me mad. I'm glad we gave our move out notice already, or we'd be checking to see how soon we could leave.
Groceries go here
I don't expect a ton of class at this particular store. Prices are really, really cheap and that's why I go there. People get vicious about the deals, though, and are likely to snatch a mango from under your hand that you were reaching for. (Had it happen once, too.) Usually, though, they at least understand the drill at the checkout. You put groceries on the belt, the insanely fast cashier rings them up, and you pay. If someone is ahead of you, you use a little divider and put your groceries behind so you'll be ready for the warp speed cashier. Not today. The lady two customers ahead of me apparently didn't want her groceries sharing the same belt with anyone else's. The guy before her had paid and left when she first reached into her cart, grabbed a box, and then paused to read the instructions on her pancake mix. *sigh*
Gonna stay home now.
Did nothing to deserve those ugly looks...
The first store we went to was mostly uneventful except for the fact that almost everyone there seemed to resent our very presence. Yes, we have a cart we're trying to navigate through the store. So do you, people. Our cart isn't any more in the way than yours. In fact, less so considering we're just passing through and grabbing what we need while you turn your cart sideways and block most of the aisle.
On the way home on the train, we were nearby another couple and the husband/boyfriend/whoever he was couldn't stop sneezing. He covered his mouth and everything, but eventually I said, "Bless you!" They laughed and thanked me and explained something was setting off his allergies. I came back with, "Ah! We understand allergies!" To which the woman shot me back the most ugly look like "How dare you still be talking" type of look. Whatever, woman!
Cutie pie
Why is it I get hit on the most when I'm the most frumpy?
Coming out of the train station, my husband got a little bit ahead of me, so I guess we didn't look like we were together. I had someone call out "HEY CUTIE PIE!" Keep walking....Not here!
I live in a high rise, so there's a lobby area on the ground floor. On my way out to go to another store after dropping off my purchases from the last place, I was appalled to see a table set up with a sales person pitching Clear internet to the tenants coming and going.
Um, really? REALLY??? I live here! I don't want a sales pitch in my own HOME! Yes, it wasn't in my apartment, but this is the building I live in that I've generally felt pretty comfortable in, including the common areas. What's next? The fitness room?? Honestly, that made me mad. I'm glad we gave our move out notice already, or we'd be checking to see how soon we could leave.
Groceries go here
I don't expect a ton of class at this particular store. Prices are really, really cheap and that's why I go there. People get vicious about the deals, though, and are likely to snatch a mango from under your hand that you were reaching for. (Had it happen once, too.) Usually, though, they at least understand the drill at the checkout. You put groceries on the belt, the insanely fast cashier rings them up, and you pay. If someone is ahead of you, you use a little divider and put your groceries behind so you'll be ready for the warp speed cashier. Not today. The lady two customers ahead of me apparently didn't want her groceries sharing the same belt with anyone else's. The guy before her had paid and left when she first reached into her cart, grabbed a box, and then paused to read the instructions on her pancake mix. *sigh*
Gonna stay home now.
I would not be surprised!
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