It was 6:00 pm and I had to be at work at 6:30. It was raining just a little here in Dallas, Georgia and since it’s also cold, people feared the worst. Our local Ingles was packed and the only way I could pay for my three items was those automated cashiers.
In front of me was a lady with three kids and she only had a few items in her cart, so I thought to myself, “Great! This won’t take long at all!”
Well, she never even “came up for air” on that damn cell phone, and what’s worse, she was using the other hand to gesticulate, so the scanning was going slowly, she had coupons and those kids were leaning on the carousel which is weight-sensitive. This means that the machine would stop and tell her “Call cashier for assistance”, which she didn’t see, but I did and so I did the calling the cashier for her.
Well after a while I began to fume, and tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me Ma’am, but I work at a hospital and I’m trying to get there, so how about I help you with your scanning and bagging while you just continue your phone chat?”
She rolled her eyes at me and told the person she was speaking with she had to go, because someone behind her in line was “chomping at the bit to get to work!”
Well damn! It wasn’t just me that was waiting. There was a line behind me at that time of at least 8 people and they weren’t happy either.
I saw her outside later, and she couldn’t resist one last dig at me:
“I noticed you didn’t offer to pay for my stuff!”
I just stopped in my tracks, stared and shook my head then went on.
Wonder what she told her hubby when she got home?
:rolleyes:
Q