My cousin and I were at a walgreens shopping the other day, and anyone who has shopped there knows they generally have the main register in the front and an island register next to it.
Well we were waiting on line to pay at the main register because no one was ringing at the island one, when my cousin asked me about the display of lollipops on the second register and I stepped over to take a look.
A girl comes over at that point and opens the second register and calls for the next person. Since I was standing there I put my things down on the counter when the lady who was next in line at the first register speaks up.
Bitchy Lady: "Well actually I was next but ok" her voice dripping with sarcasm
Me: "Oh I'm sorry" I begin to pick up my things and go to step back from the counter
Bitch: "No, you go" At this point she is actively holding up the other line to stand there and yell at me
Me: "Are you sure?"
The bitch glares and turns her back on me and the girl behind the register is practically begging me with her eyes not to start anything so I put my things back down and as I'm paying the bitch storms up to me clutching her bag to her chest, and gets in my face
Bitch: "I BET YOUR MOTHER IS PROUD OF YOU!" and storms off
When my mother heard the story she assured me that she is in fact proud of me.
Well we were waiting on line to pay at the main register because no one was ringing at the island one, when my cousin asked me about the display of lollipops on the second register and I stepped over to take a look.
A girl comes over at that point and opens the second register and calls for the next person. Since I was standing there I put my things down on the counter when the lady who was next in line at the first register speaks up.
Bitchy Lady: "Well actually I was next but ok" her voice dripping with sarcasm
Me: "Oh I'm sorry" I begin to pick up my things and go to step back from the counter
Bitch: "No, you go" At this point she is actively holding up the other line to stand there and yell at me
Me: "Are you sure?"
The bitch glares and turns her back on me and the girl behind the register is practically begging me with her eyes not to start anything so I put my things back down and as I'm paying the bitch storms up to me clutching her bag to her chest, and gets in my face
Bitch: "I BET YOUR MOTHER IS PROUD OF YOU!" and storms off
When my mother heard the story she assured me that she is in fact proud of me.
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