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Ok, I made a mistake this week. DH wanted pizza for supper, so I stopped at the No-Frills in Dartmouth Shopping Centre on the way home. I like No-Frills, you can get some good deals there. Why was this a mistake?
A discount grocery store.
On the last Tuesday of the month. For those in other countries, here in Canada that's cheque day - Pension, Disability, our equivalent of WIC, that sort of thing.
Yeah, I had a major brain fart. Place was mobbed. But I figure, okay, the clerks in here are FAST so even with the long lines it probably won't take THAT long, and the Sobeys down the road is tiny and doesn't have all the items I need for the pizza I wanted to make. SO...
I get my stuff, get in line. Two people ahead of me and the line behind me is growing fast. Clerk is as speedy as I expected, until... Grape Lady. Her grapes ring up, and she opens her mouth. "I thought those were on sale! I ain't payin' no five bucks for a bag of grapes."
My thoughts at the moment: Lady, at this time of year, grapes are still an import and that's a pretty good price for a bunch of green grapes.
But no, that wasn't acceptable. Eventually the poor cashier has to take the grapes, try and force his way through the dense crowd at the front of the store over to the produce section to see what the price is 'supposed' to be. He comes back finally and tells her that the price she saw was for red grapes. As in, there was one bag of green grapes sitting on the pile of red grapes and the bloody sign SAYS 'Red Grapes - $2.99/lb'.
GL: "Well, why didn't you bring me the red ones, then? I NEED these grapes!" Oh god.
Cashier: 'Lady, you're killin' me,' but he goes back through the crowd and brings back a bag of red grapes. Rings it up.
GL: "That's too much, take some out!"
While the poor clerk is trying to void off the two sets of grapes and take some out of the bag, lady in front of me, me, and lady behind me (who shall be known as Grandma because the ice cream for her grandkids wasn't going to stay ice cream much longer, she told me) are starting to make comments along the lines of 'PRetty hard to read the whole sign, isn't it?'. Not loud, more to each other, but we were all staring hard at Grape Lady and she KNEW she was being an unapologetic pain the ass.
GL: "I need these grapes, and I ain't payin' more than I have to for 'em"
Grandma: "Next time don't be so stupid and rude and read the damn sign, you ignorant bitch!"
GL: (To cashier) "I better get these rung up so you can stop pissing people off by making 'em wait!"
Cashier finally gets things cleared away and starts ringing up the lady ahead of me. Grape Lady is still fussing away at the end of the belt, slowly and carefully putting each bag into her cart and since the next lady only had three things she was done and gone and Grape Lady was still standing there. Likewise with me - I squeezed my cart past her and gave her the LOOK - I have this stare that suggests I'm about to disembowel you and laugh at your remains. GL didn't like that too much.
She liked it a lot less when Grandma got her ice cream rung up and then got in her face with what sounded like a lecture on manners and public civility, but I didn't stay around to hear it.
So, Tuesday? I am never going to the grocery on Tuesday again. Lord love a duck, that was insane.
A discount grocery store.
On the last Tuesday of the month. For those in other countries, here in Canada that's cheque day - Pension, Disability, our equivalent of WIC, that sort of thing.
Yeah, I had a major brain fart. Place was mobbed. But I figure, okay, the clerks in here are FAST so even with the long lines it probably won't take THAT long, and the Sobeys down the road is tiny and doesn't have all the items I need for the pizza I wanted to make. SO...
I get my stuff, get in line. Two people ahead of me and the line behind me is growing fast. Clerk is as speedy as I expected, until... Grape Lady. Her grapes ring up, and she opens her mouth. "I thought those were on sale! I ain't payin' no five bucks for a bag of grapes."
My thoughts at the moment: Lady, at this time of year, grapes are still an import and that's a pretty good price for a bunch of green grapes.
But no, that wasn't acceptable. Eventually the poor cashier has to take the grapes, try and force his way through the dense crowd at the front of the store over to the produce section to see what the price is 'supposed' to be. He comes back finally and tells her that the price she saw was for red grapes. As in, there was one bag of green grapes sitting on the pile of red grapes and the bloody sign SAYS 'Red Grapes - $2.99/lb'.
GL: "Well, why didn't you bring me the red ones, then? I NEED these grapes!" Oh god.
Cashier: 'Lady, you're killin' me,' but he goes back through the crowd and brings back a bag of red grapes. Rings it up.
GL: "That's too much, take some out!"
While the poor clerk is trying to void off the two sets of grapes and take some out of the bag, lady in front of me, me, and lady behind me (who shall be known as Grandma because the ice cream for her grandkids wasn't going to stay ice cream much longer, she told me) are starting to make comments along the lines of 'PRetty hard to read the whole sign, isn't it?'. Not loud, more to each other, but we were all staring hard at Grape Lady and she KNEW she was being an unapologetic pain the ass.
GL: "I need these grapes, and I ain't payin' more than I have to for 'em"
Grandma: "Next time don't be so stupid and rude and read the damn sign, you ignorant bitch!"
GL: (To cashier) "I better get these rung up so you can stop pissing people off by making 'em wait!"
Cashier finally gets things cleared away and starts ringing up the lady ahead of me. Grape Lady is still fussing away at the end of the belt, slowly and carefully putting each bag into her cart and since the next lady only had three things she was done and gone and Grape Lady was still standing there. Likewise with me - I squeezed my cart past her and gave her the LOOK - I have this stare that suggests I'm about to disembowel you and laugh at your remains. GL didn't like that too much.
She liked it a lot less when Grandma got her ice cream rung up and then got in her face with what sounded like a lecture on manners and public civility, but I didn't stay around to hear it.
So, Tuesday? I am never going to the grocery on Tuesday again. Lord love a duck, that was insane.
Grape Lady stopped looking at me in a hurry, is all I know. 
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