Pat O., late night Kroger cashier extraordinaire.
Frequently, when Gary and I hang out, we need to go to Kroger to procure needed ingredients for various delicious things we are making. Typically, this happens around 10:30 pm. Almost always, we have around four ingredients, which allows us to go into the express lane. You would think this would be great, however, at 10:30 pm, nearly every day, Pat O. works the express lane.
Now the first time I met Pat, I realized I did not have my Kroger Plus Card. So we asked the man behind us if we could use his, because he'd get the coupons and savings are savings. Pat, in a bit of an impatient tone, tells us that we can just use our phone number. OK. Well she doesn't instruct me very clearly how to do this, so it takes like three tries. I got very flustered.
The next time, I put my stuff down on the conveyor as the person in front of me was paying, thinking the dividing wand would be unneccessary since the lady was already getting out her checkbook. Well, Pat was a bit overzealous and started to include mine with the lady in front of me. I had to correct her and she had to indignantly take my stuff off that lady's bill. I got very flustered.
Another time, we tried to buy grenadine, Sprite, and sparklers, because we wanted to make Shirley Temples at a party and play with sparklers. Pat tried to ID us because she thought maybe you couldn't buy fireworks if you weren't 21, and inquired oddly about the grenadine as if it was a completely foreign substance. I got very flustered.
Yesterday, we needed to buy Rice Krispies and butterscotch chips. While perusing, we came across non-dairy creamer, which is actually very flammable and apparently the boys at FUS play with it and it's very entertaining. So we decided to get that, too. We get in line, we see, we assess the situation; Pat is our cashier. We carefully place dividing wands between the groceries, which I am buying, and the creamer, which Gary is buying. Gary goes first. I correctly type in my phone number for him so that he can receive correct Kroger Plus Card benefits. He pays, and I go and stand next to my stuff on the conveyor belt, as people do when they're ready to pay. We're halfway to a non-flustered Pat experience. Gary whispers, "Don't get flustered." Pat begins changing the paper in her register. I remain standing there. Pat turns to me and goes, "You're all set." I say, "Oh, actually, I'm buying this stuff right here," indicating to my pile. In her voice that flusters me, Pat indignantly replies about how she thought it belonged to the man in line behind me. I try my best to remain calm. Then, as I am getting out my money, Pat goes, "Your face is turning really pink." I GET FLUSTERED!
Now the first time I met Pat, I realized I did not have my Kroger Plus Card. So we asked the man behind us if we could use his, because he'd get the coupons and savings are savings. Pat, in a bit of an impatient tone, tells us that we can just use our phone number. OK. Well she doesn't instruct me very clearly how to do this, so it takes like three tries. I got very flustered.
The next time, I put my stuff down on the conveyor as the person in front of me was paying, thinking the dividing wand would be unneccessary since the lady was already getting out her checkbook. Well, Pat was a bit overzealous and started to include mine with the lady in front of me. I had to correct her and she had to indignantly take my stuff off that lady's bill. I got very flustered.
Another time, we tried to buy grenadine, Sprite, and sparklers, because we wanted to make Shirley Temples at a party and play with sparklers. Pat tried to ID us because she thought maybe you couldn't buy fireworks if you weren't 21, and inquired oddly about the grenadine as if it was a completely foreign substance. I got very flustered.
Yesterday, we needed to buy Rice Krispies and butterscotch chips. While perusing, we came across non-dairy creamer, which is actually very flammable and apparently the boys at FUS play with it and it's very entertaining. So we decided to get that, too. We get in line, we see, we assess the situation; Pat is our cashier. We carefully place dividing wands between the groceries, which I am buying, and the creamer, which Gary is buying. Gary goes first. I correctly type in my phone number for him so that he can receive correct Kroger Plus Card benefits. He pays, and I go and stand next to my stuff on the conveyor belt, as people do when they're ready to pay. We're halfway to a non-flustered Pat experience. Gary whispers, "Don't get flustered." Pat begins changing the paper in her register. I remain standing there. Pat turns to me and goes, "You're all set." I say, "Oh, actually, I'm buying this stuff right here," indicating to my pile. In her voice that flusters me, Pat indignantly replies about how she thought it belonged to the man in line behind me. I try my best to remain calm. Then, as I am getting out my money, Pat goes, "Your face is turning really pink." I GET FLUSTERED!