Alex and I hit the dollar store today. There was a very long line and 2 open registers right next to each other in the same aisle so the customers all formed a single file line and waited. This loud Messcan lady walks up in her tank top and no-bra and starts bitching about how long the line is. She looks at me and asks, ""Can I get in line over there?"" I have no actual authority, but I tell her, ""No, we're all waiting in line for the next available register and we go around as the cashier becomes available."" The old lady in front of me nods in agreement and the young black lady behind me gives a loud, ""Mmm hmm"" The Messcan lady makes a face to show that she clearly does not like my answer. She asks, ""Well what if someone is daydreaming and they don't go on?"" I tell her, ""I'll let her know."" She goes on and on to the lady next to her and still hasn't gotten in the line that's getting longer as she bitches. I remain silent until she says to me, ""I don't know how you can smile about this."" I said, ""In cases like this, you can choose to smile, you can choose to be miserable, or you can go the route you're taking and choose to try to make other people miserable. Excuse me, the line is moving."" She put her stuff in the bin next to her and said, ""I don't need this bullshit."" By now she has irritated me and I feel my Gary wanting to come out and I tell her, ""Yeah, I don't either."" She left the store in a huff. After she left, the old lady in front of me says, ""I'm glad she left. Thank you, dear." The lady behind pats me on the back and said, ""Me too.""
The drama continues... The cashier furthest from me becomes available and it's my turn so I go around. The cashier tells me she's gonna get the lady in the front of the store real quick. Her manager has brought this woman from the trailer park to the front of the line and explains, ""She's upset."" I say, ""I bet I'm more upset."" He walked away. I seem to have that effect on people at the dollar store. So I let the trailer lady go as the women behind me get very loud and start raising a fuss. Trailier lady starts to argue with the mob, which is never smart. ""It's not my fault...the manager told me...I didn't choose this."" Bah. Loser. So she pays and starts to walk away. I say, ""Excuse me, ma'am..."" She turns and repeats that it's not her fault blah blah blah. I said, ""Ok, I just wanted..."" She interupts me again about how she's in a hurry and not her fault. I tried once more, ""Yes, but..."" She cut me off again and said that she didn't have time, not her fault, yadda yadda yadda. I just shut up and let her walk out of the store. I took my stuff out of the buggy and as the cashier rang me up, I finished my sentence, ""you dropped some money out of your purse."" and picked it up off the floor. I paid with her $20 and then Alex and I went bowling.
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