SC sighting on my day off. I'm doing my weekly food shopping at the supermarket. I've just finished collecting various foodstuffs and have crossed the last item off my list. I glance it over to check I haven't forgotten anything and head for the nearest relatively empty checkout.
Just as I start to unload my items, someone taps me on the shoulder. "Excuse me, can I go in front of you?"
I turn round, expecting to see a shopper with a pint of milk, or a sandwich or something. I've often let people with one item go in front of me before; it's only going to take a few minutes to ring them thru so it's hardly going to inconvienience me.
Instead, I see a woman with not one but two trolleys, both piled high with items. She's got her hands on her hips as tho it's her god given right to be allowed in front of everyone else, just on her say so.
I look her in the eye and say, very firmly, "Hell no."
The thwarted SC snarls back, "Why not? I'm in a hurry and I've got to pick the kids up from school."
To which I reply, "Sorry to hear that, but it's not my problem. I've got to get home and clean my flat, then cook dinner."
I then turn round and ignore the SC all thru the transaction, stopping every so often to pull the knives out of my back.
Seriously, did she honestly think I'd let her and her overflowing shopping trolleys go in front of me, when I had just £20 worth of shopping to put thru? Some people really are deluded.
Just as I start to unload my items, someone taps me on the shoulder. "Excuse me, can I go in front of you?"
I turn round, expecting to see a shopper with a pint of milk, or a sandwich or something. I've often let people with one item go in front of me before; it's only going to take a few minutes to ring them thru so it's hardly going to inconvienience me.
Instead, I see a woman with not one but two trolleys, both piled high with items. She's got her hands on her hips as tho it's her god given right to be allowed in front of everyone else, just on her say so.
I look her in the eye and say, very firmly, "Hell no."
The thwarted SC snarls back, "Why not? I'm in a hurry and I've got to pick the kids up from school."
To which I reply, "Sorry to hear that, but it's not my problem. I've got to get home and clean my flat, then cook dinner."
I then turn round and ignore the SC all thru the transaction, stopping every so often to pull the knives out of my back.
Seriously, did she honestly think I'd let her and her overflowing shopping trolleys go in front of me, when I had just £20 worth of shopping to put thru? Some people really are deluded.
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