I do the shopping in the family. ALL the shopping. Darick needs a new pair of pants? I go get them. We run out of milk- on a Saturday night- and its 11:52pm? I go get milk. It like an unspoken rule. I don’t really mind. The other unspoken rule is I go shopping by myself- no kids! So usually I go at night, after Darick gets home from work. (perfect break for the kids, and it gives Darick some good parenting time)… Anyway- why tell you all this? It seems like I have some kind of “experience” happen to me every time I go shopping. Sometimes its just a rude person that cuts me off from my parking place. Sometimes its some kid that got lost in the store, and we needed to find his momma. Something ALWAYS seems to happen.
So I went to a store on New Years Eve (bad idea, I know. But I needed a few things for our party!) At this store, you have to bag your own groceries (HATE that part, but the prices make it worth it) Because it’s a holiday, every checker is open (like 25+ of them) so there are really short lines, like maybe two shoppers per line. The checkers at this store are pretty fast too (cause they don’t bag) So I’m not really worried about searching for a “short” line. I walking down the line of checkers (grab a loaf of bread) and turn into a line. I notice at the checker to the right of me there is a lady with a cart, and then from the left comes a different lady who walks into the 1 foot of buffer space I have between my cart, and the shopper in front of me.
To my surprise, the lady calls to her mom (the shopper to the right of me) to come over, that she has a place of line. This lady totally cut in front of me. Now, the mom can totally see I am right there. She says, “are you sure? “ to her daughter. The daughter says, “Oh it’s fine, we’re in a hurry.” The she pushes my cart (and me!) back like a foot, and pulls her mom’s cart into place. The mom, starts spouting off excuses, like “I’m sorry, we’re in a hurry!” Then I say, “oh cause you’re in a hurry, you can cut in from of people?” The daughter says “ we were here, we’re in a hurry.” I say “No, you were there (pointing to my left-where she came from) I was here. We’re all in a hurry, its New Years Eve!” The mom says, “I’m sorry, we’re in a hurry".” Hello? Is it just me, or is being in a “hurry” not a good reason to cut in front of people?
I decided I couldn’t stand to watch these ladies, and I didn’t really want to fight with them (I was about to deck both of them). So I move to the checker on the right (where the mom was standing) I unload my groceries… wait for the checker to process my goods, help the old lady behind me unload her groceries (cause I really am a nice person!). Then go to the end of the checkout to bag my groceries. The old lady’s groceries came down too, and so I bagged hers and put them back in her cart. Then I went to pay my bill, and I had to wait for the old lady, who was paying hers (writing a check!). I then paid, and turned my cart to walk away. Guess who hasn’t made it out of their line? Yeah, the mother and daughter criminal duo! As I’m walking past their checker, the daughter looks up at me, and I say loud enough for her and momma to hear… “Who’s in a hurry now?!” and I stroll away.
It was really satisfying. Not only did I help an old lady with her groceries, I also beat the scoundrels who cut in front of me. Maybe I’m being over dramatic, but I hate rude people at grocery stores (you know, like the ones who take the package of chicken you were about to grab) Its the one thing I hate about doing all the shopping. But that blessed New Years eve, the nice guy (me!) wound up on top. Do you have these kind of things happen to you shopping? Is it just me?
