Supermarket Stupidity
The first Wednesday of the month turns shopping at the local Fry's an adventure. The sort of adventure one may not return from. The normally calm shopping center turns into a diabolical maze of danger.
I'm talking, of course, about Old People's Day.
My parents (certified and self-proclaimed Old People themselves) hit every Old People's Day at Fry's. It's worth it, as they get an extra discount on the whole order. And they kindly allow us to use their discount.
This means I spent the last hour or so being pinned against displays of cereal by irate elderly women, being cut off by madmen geriatrics in a rush for whatever shiny box of grocery goodness is especially cheap, and in one instance I'm still boggling over, having an elderly woman growl and slam her cart repeatedly into mine to try and make me move faster.
Then I was waiting in line, thinking I was safe. But no. Perhaps safe from the physical harm that lurked around every end cap display, but not from mental pain. It began with the elderly man who noticed my hat.
I own two hats. One is a furry pink leopard print expedition hat, the other is my Fruits Basket Haru hat. As I was in a black sweater and jeans, I donned Haru. This is the hat that was noticed. Then this conversation followed:
Elderly Man: What's that on your head? A deer or a moose or something?
Me: Oh, no, hehe, it's a cow.
Elderly Man: ...I've never seen a cow that looks like that!
He's never seen a black and white spotted cow? Yet he's seen black and white spotted deer and moose?
Then I get to the cashier. hand off my coupons, Fry's card, etc etc. There's no bagger, so I wander down to bag for myself. No problem. Except...cashier is keeping everything he scans right up by the register. So I call up that if he sends it down the belt, I can start bagging.
His response? "There's no bagger."
Nothing else. So almost all the groceries are scanned, there's no bagger, and I'm still standing at the end up the register like an idiot. Finally I just walk up, shove my stuff down, and start bagging.
Then a bagger showed up.
But she told me she liked my hat, and she was adorably geeky, so that made up for the fail beforehand.
I'm talking, of course, about Old People's Day.
My parents (certified and self-proclaimed Old People themselves) hit every Old People's Day at Fry's. It's worth it, as they get an extra discount on the whole order. And they kindly allow us to use their discount.
This means I spent the last hour or so being pinned against displays of cereal by irate elderly women, being cut off by madmen geriatrics in a rush for whatever shiny box of grocery goodness is especially cheap, and in one instance I'm still boggling over, having an elderly woman growl and slam her cart repeatedly into mine to try and make me move faster.
Then I was waiting in line, thinking I was safe. But no. Perhaps safe from the physical harm that lurked around every end cap display, but not from mental pain. It began with the elderly man who noticed my hat.
I own two hats. One is a furry pink leopard print expedition hat, the other is my Fruits Basket Haru hat. As I was in a black sweater and jeans, I donned Haru. This is the hat that was noticed. Then this conversation followed:
Elderly Man: What's that on your head? A deer or a moose or something?
Me: Oh, no, hehe, it's a cow.
Elderly Man: ...I've never seen a cow that looks like that!
He's never seen a black and white spotted cow? Yet he's seen black and white spotted deer and moose?
Then I get to the cashier. hand off my coupons, Fry's card, etc etc. There's no bagger, so I wander down to bag for myself. No problem. Except...cashier is keeping everything he scans right up by the register. So I call up that if he sends it down the belt, I can start bagging.
His response? "There's no bagger."
Nothing else. So almost all the groceries are scanned, there's no bagger, and I'm still standing at the end up the register like an idiot. Finally I just walk up, shove my stuff down, and start bagging.
Then a bagger showed up.
But she told me she liked my hat, and she was adorably geeky, so that made up for the fail beforehand.