ミニストップ物語
I stopped at a Mini-Stop for dinner today. Got a ham and egg sandwich, some fried kara-age chicken from their heated up thing at the counter, and a frozen yogurt (which was a delicious find!).
While I was in line some old lady cut in front of the middle-aged lady in front of me, and it was quite a long line. She wasn't one of those frail old ladies, but rather one of the more assertive kind with too much lipstick and a long red coat and dyed hair.
So anyways, the middle-aged lady in front of me says "the line is back here", which really pisses off the old lady, who then gets all in the other woman's face and spits out "uruseei!" (shut up!) and then back-cuts me, still cutting most of the rest of the line.
When the old lady got to the register, the middle-aged woman had finished paying but was still putting her money away or something, and the old lady was overly cheerful at the register, in that I'm-actually-mad-but-pretending-to-be-cheerful-to-piss-you-off kind of way. Then, when the middle-aged lady finally leaves, she yells "baaaaka!" (idiot!) back into the store.
For most of the time I was between them, and the tension was weird. I think she wanted to cut me too, but decided against it and kind of grumbled some stuff instead.
While I was in line some old lady cut in front of the middle-aged lady in front of me, and it was quite a long line. She wasn't one of those frail old ladies, but rather one of the more assertive kind with too much lipstick and a long red coat and dyed hair.
So anyways, the middle-aged lady in front of me says "the line is back here", which really pisses off the old lady, who then gets all in the other woman's face and spits out "uruseei!" (shut up!) and then back-cuts me, still cutting most of the rest of the line.
When the old lady got to the register, the middle-aged woman had finished paying but was still putting her money away or something, and the old lady was overly cheerful at the register, in that I'm-actually-mad-but-pretending-to-be-cheerful-to-piss-you-off kind of way. Then, when the middle-aged lady finally leaves, she yells "baaaaka!" (idiot!) back into the store.
For most of the time I was between them, and the tension was weird. I think she wanted to cut me too, but decided against it and kind of grumbled some stuff instead.