I just have to get this out of my system.
For the second time in a matter of weeks, I’ve had to deal with a rude shopper. I’m not talking about the garden variety rude shoppers you have to endure every time you step into a store. Nope. I’m talking about shoppers with that little something extra. You know, the ones who should count their blessings you didn’t bring a Louisville Slugger with you…because you might have used their heads for batting practice.
The first incident happened earlier this month.
I like to use self-checkout lanes because… Well, I just do. After scanning and paying for everything, I walk down to the bags to start bagging my purchases…when the woman behind me follows me and starts shoving MY stuff out of the way so she can move this arm thing out to keep her groceries separate from mine.
I don’t know about anyone else, but if I’d wanted someone other than me to handle my groceries, I’d have waited in line for a cashier.
I know I’ve used this video before, but it’s totally appropriate today.
Anyway, this afternoon was kind of a repeat of the other trip.
I’m not a classy person. I love rice goulash. I really do. And I decided with all of the editing I need to do in the next six days, I was going to make a huge pot of it – enough to last days. Yes, I like it that much. Which is good because I’ll be eating it for….days. The only thing is, there were no stewed tomatoes in the house, which meant I needed to pick some up.
Much as I hate the thought, off to the store I go. While I was there, I remembered I needed gluten free salsa. Amazingly enough, there are brands that contain wheat (why???), and of course the jar in my refrigerator is one of those brands. A couple other things followed the salsa and tomatoes into my cart before I made my way to the front of the store.
So, I have like half a dozen things waiting for me to bag them after I pay, and before I get down to the end of the checkout, the woman behind me is ringing her stuff up and sending it down the rollers…with my stuff. She couldn’t wait one minute for me to finish. Then she grabbed her few things, carried them to the next checkout and bagged them there.
Am I just being nitpicky here? Overreacting? Letting PMS get control? Or are women like that just RUDE and OBNOXIOUS? I’m afraid if it happens one more time, especially if someone touches my groceries again, I’m going to start flinging their things back up the rollers. I’ll probably share an opinion with them, too. And believe me, that won’t be a good thing.
How would you react if you ran into shoppers like that?