People annoy me.
I just got home from the grocery store.
I have a guest coming over tonight, so I needed to have things to make dinner, ha. Also, we were out of a few things, etc.
I managed to make it through the store with minimal annoyance...except for these two middle aged ladies who managed to stop walking in the dead center of the aisles to jabber at each other and block my path 3 times...and got to the check-out lane.
I handed her my store card for discounts. She scanned it, then handed it back and muttered something at me. Then just stood there staring at me, not starting to ring up my items. She muttered something quiet and unintelligible a couple more times before I realized she was asking me for my driver's license. Um, what?
"Um, why?" I asked her. She gestured mutely at the two 4-packs of ginger ale sitting on the conveyor belt.
AH. Okay. She thinks it's beer. The ginger ale comes in green glass bottles with metal caps, and if you just glance down without reading the labels, you might assume them to be beer bottles. It wouldn't be the first time cashiers made that mistake.
I opened my mouth to tell her, "That isn't beer; it's ginger ale," but she interrupted me after the "that isn't beer" part to exclaim "It says beer all over it!"
"Um, no, it actually doesn't," I answered with, I will admit, a touch of sarcasm. "It says "GINGER ALE" all over it."
She just stared at me hostilely.
"It's GINGER ALE," I said again. "GINGER. ALE."
She picked up one of the 4-packs, still staring at me suspiciously, and rang it through. Only when she read what the register computer displayed did she say, "Ah" and continue ringing my items through.
No apology for being rude to me. No apology for her mistake. No apology for not believing me or bothering to actually LOOK at the LABELS.
Ugh. People fucking piss me off sometimes.
I have a guest coming over tonight, so I needed to have things to make dinner, ha. Also, we were out of a few things, etc.
I managed to make it through the store with minimal annoyance...except for these two middle aged ladies who managed to stop walking in the dead center of the aisles to jabber at each other and block my path 3 times...and got to the check-out lane.
I handed her my store card for discounts. She scanned it, then handed it back and muttered something at me. Then just stood there staring at me, not starting to ring up my items. She muttered something quiet and unintelligible a couple more times before I realized she was asking me for my driver's license. Um, what?
"Um, why?" I asked her. She gestured mutely at the two 4-packs of ginger ale sitting on the conveyor belt.
AH. Okay. She thinks it's beer. The ginger ale comes in green glass bottles with metal caps, and if you just glance down without reading the labels, you might assume them to be beer bottles. It wouldn't be the first time cashiers made that mistake.
I opened my mouth to tell her, "That isn't beer; it's ginger ale," but she interrupted me after the "that isn't beer" part to exclaim "It says beer all over it!"
"Um, no, it actually doesn't," I answered with, I will admit, a touch of sarcasm. "It says "GINGER ALE" all over it."
She just stared at me hostilely.
"It's GINGER ALE," I said again. "GINGER. ALE."
She picked up one of the 4-packs, still staring at me suspiciously, and rang it through. Only when she read what the register computer displayed did she say, "Ah" and continue ringing my items through.
No apology for being rude to me. No apology for her mistake. No apology for not believing me or bothering to actually LOOK at the LABELS.
Ugh. People fucking piss me off sometimes.