Express Lane

I have a lot of issues and I totally realize this. One of them came to a head this morning at Target. I stopped by to pick up my 8 items that I needed then I proceeded to the checkout counter where the light was on in the express lane for 10 items or less. I counted my items and had 8 plust I knew I would pick up a pack of gun to make 9 items. That would be well under the limit of 10. Like a bat out of hell some woman nearly rammed me with her cart to beat me in line at the checkout. I had seen this woman earlier in the store and I did not think she had it in her to move that fast, especially as I had noticed her walking extremely slowly down an aisle and blocking everyone else from moving by. It must be her super power to only go fast to beat other people into line.
The part that bugged me was what she said to the cashier. "I have 11 items, you aren't going to kick me out of line are you?" she practically sneered at the the poor young kid running the cashier register. I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs "Yes, you hag, the sign says 10 items. Not 11! Get your ass over to the other registers!" I realize it is only one item and really makes no difference to the world or even my life, but damn that bugs me. 10 means 10 the same as No means No.
I had to go to Starbucks right after to treat myself to a carmel macchiato just to wind down.


4 Comments:
That's her way of noting that you should grab one of her items and toss it across the store for her to retreive.
People like that annoy me. This morning, I had someone speed up to cut me off (which takes some effort; I drive a Celica and regularly go pretty fast) and then slammed on the brakes. I was not happy.
Interesting post. But I kept waiting for you to talk about any of your issues. Your behavior seems perfectly reasonable to me. But then again, I have come to realize within the last 2 days just what an evil bitch I have become.
The cashier should have reponded" Not if you don't mind paying DOUBLE for the eleventh item".
Somedays something like that will irritate the living hell out of me, other days it's no big deal.
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