Get out of aisle

Most of the conversations that I hear while trying to elbow past people standing in the aisles are more along the lines of “Hey, how are you? It’s been a while since I seen you last. How are the kids…”.

This is why it pisses me off so much. If you want to catch up on someone’s life history, go to their house and visit! Don’t do it in the aisles of a store.

If you just say “excuse me” people might think you burped. I say, “Excuse me, I need to get by, please.” With a smile, of course.

I’ll be honest and say that, while I never leave my cart blocking the aisle, I am usually so hungry and tired and brain-dead when I get around to the grocery-shopping that it takes every speck of my concentration to get 90% of what I came in for. That’s why I spell out things like “Could you move your cart, please” - I figure everybody else is in the same shape I am.

It’s people standing in doorways that really rings my chimes.

I usually go at 3 AM so as not to be driven crazy by the idiocy of shoppers. I made the mistake of going to K-Mart today at 3PM and wound up in the 8 Items or Less Express Lane
behind a lady with 12 items and another lady with thirty items! I was in line for well over fifteen minutes because these stupid bitches can’t read the signs hovering 2 feet in front of their faces.

Bastards …

Oh, I hate those “new math” shoppers!!

Sixty eight cans of dog food does not count as ONE item!!!