Friday afternoon, in the checkout line at the grocery store. I always try to be pleasant to cashiers and whatnot, because I’ve worked in public service before, and I know what it’s like to get blasted by a customer for no good reason. So the guy says, “Hi, how are you”, and I say, “Fine, how about you.” Then, I don’t know, I was just happy cause it was friday and my husband was home early from work and my medication’s working well and all, I said, “TGIF!”
He glances at me, asks, “What does that stand for?” I’m thinking, 'What, this guy’s never heard that saying before?" and I say, “Thank Goodness It’s Friday.” He says, “Oh, I know that, but with different words, not as PC.” I admit, I was a little taken aback. He wasn’t nasty about it, but it kinda felt like a slap in the face. I FELT like saying, “LOOK, buttmunch, I wasn’t saying it to be PC, that’s the way I always say it!” I don’t consider myself a Christian, but if I was, I wouldn’t go around cramming my religion down everyone’s throat and automatically assuming that everyone around me was Christian, which is what I would be doing if I said “Thank God It’s Friday”.
And actually my husband and I don’t like this particular cashier- he never seems very pleasant, and we usually try to avoid the guy, but his line was short, so we got in it. Well, Mr. Rude Fuckwidget Cashierperson, you can be CERTAIN that I will NEVER set foot in your checkout line again. Piss off!
