I understand that some of our citizens are temporally challenged, and do not have the two brain cells to rub together that it takes to operate an ATM card at the grocery store. But if you want to write a check, fill in the goddamn name of the store, date, and your signature while they’re checking you out.
So many fucking morons finally mull over the eternal question “Paper or plastic,” and only then seem to realize they have to fill out all these little blanks on their check! Is this a shock to you? Are you irretrievably dense? Oh, I’m sorry, you obviously are, because not only do you fill out the entire check after all your groceries are bagged (make sure you use perfect Palmer script by the way - are you sure you don’t want to type it up and have it notarized just to be safe?), but apparently you have to take the opportunity to balance your checkbook using some esoteric base-complement mathematics while my fucking ice cream is melting!
What’s that, you say you always pay with cash? Well stick those pennies up your ass, lady, because it takes you twice as long as the check-writer to argue over the one-cent rebate on Meow Mix from last year’s circular, ask the checker to go get you a more perfectly spherical orange, and finally count out the exact purchase amount from your ancient change-purse with your palsied hands!
What is so difficult about going to the bank, getting a credit card, and running it through the nice, convenient, user-friendly machine available at every store in the nation today? Oh yeah, you couldn’t possibly interpret the little diagram any three-year-old could use to figure out the proper orientation of the magnetic stripe. If so, you should be institutionalized where friendly men in white coats bring you your applesauce ready to eat, and stay out of the goddamned grocery store altogether!
You might want to try limiting your shopping excursions to those in which you can qualify yourself for the express lane. Where they don’t allow checks.
You’ll probably object that there are too many mathematically-challenged morons in the express lane who seem to think that “ten” means “any number greater than nine,” just because you want to maintain the integrity of your rant. My response is that you are at liberty to pose as one of those morons any time you find yourself in a market where the checkers have the same affliction.
I guess you’ve never been behind the old coot with the penny-purse. He fishes for several minutes “so I can help you out”. There hasn’t been a penny shortage since they switched from pure copper, was it in Reagan’s time?
YES, finally someone else who thinks every transaction should be by credit card because (amongst other benefits) it makes everything simpler for the incosiderate moronic bags of snot who can’t do anything both quickly and correctly.
And then you get the cashiers who cannot add one plus one without a calculator. I have seen too many simply lose it when the registers malfunction, and they have to count back change. Hilarious.
Sorry that check writer is my mom. I TRY to get her to change but it’s like training your dog to shit in the neighbor’s yard… it can be done, but it takes CONSTANT practice.
The fumblers and bumblers annoy me, but then again, they don’t deliberately wake up and plot ways to torque off bystanders. The pathetic fools probably assume, I dunno, that they’re just going through life.
On the grand scale of offenses against morality and civil accord, forgetting to fill out a few lines on a check fails to excite me. Stupid, petty of me, I know.
::shrugs::
Yeah, this stuff is mildly annoying. But in my perpective it’s so minor it hardly registers.
Sorry, AerynSun, but I’m still paying cash. I’m not a black-helicopter-spotting tinfoil-wearing militia member, but my independant side would mourn the end of an untraceable (more or less) medium of exchange.
It’s not cash that’s the problem, its people who count…out…every…single…coin. If you think you’re frustrated by it, try being on the other side of the register.
And it takes credit card users just as much time to argue over picayune rebates as cash users.
And also, there is nothing more frustrating to me than someone paying for a $1.99 purchase with a charge card right in front of me.
I suppose it’s just me, but I really don’t mind waiting in line at the grocery store. I know going it that there’s no such thing as a quick trip, so I bring in a book or grab a magazine off a rack and stand in line reading while the old ladies ahead of me count out their pennies. I’ve also had some pretty interesting conversations with old folks while going through check out lines. And if I have a grocery cart full, I let the lady with the kids and the one box of popsicles go first.
Of course, I’m also the one that moves left when someone is trying to merge onto the highway, so what do I know?
As a matter of fact, I have… and I know people for whom it should begin playing when they enter the room. Wouldn’t that be a great early warning device? “Oh, no… Mom’s coming!!”
I was at the store a few weeks back and accidentally cut this woman off at the checkout. She seemed to think that because she was heading for the same checkout as me and that she was within ten feet that she had the right of way. I didn’t even see her coming.
Anyways, she pulls up behind me and I hear her say “asshole” to which I responded “pardon me?” She got all concerned and said she could have run me over, I said she was ten feet away and there was little chance of that happening.
Does anyone know how slowly one can count change when they are inspired? I do.