you know, the ones who can’t even find the damn checkbook let alone figure out how to fill one out correctly? when the 50 people in front and the 10 people behind ALL use debit cards. the ones who, all by their lonesome, manage to make a whole line of people late and offset their days. specifically the one tonight who put me through all that crap and then couldnt even find her id card.
I don’t mind when someone pays by check, IF they are prepared and take steps to minimize time, such as filling out everything but the amount of the check before the groceries are rung up.
People who wait until after the last apple is in the bag before they begin fishing their checkbooks out are douchebags.
As one who posted a similar thread awhile back, let me just warn you that you are about to get an EXTREMELY VOCAL minority of check-writers defending the practice. And they will be very angry about it. They will offer a lot of nonsensical excuses for why they still write checks in this day and age, and if you dare to point out that their reasoning doesn’t make sense, they will become infuriated. Just a heads up.
You know what? Unless you’re late for brain surgery, which you’re either performing, or having performed on you, you can stand to way 2 freekin’ minutes while the poor person writes their cheque.
The world would be a much nice place if people would just chill the fuck out.
I write checks at the grocery store sometimes, even though I have a debit card.
I do this for two reasons
It’s really close to payday and I’m broke but baby needs diapers or milk, etc. I can write a check, and by the time it clears there’s money in my account to cover it.
It annoys bossy little types like the OP who feel justified in dictating how others do something as petty as pay for their groceries.
I agree with alice. I can wait while they fill out their checks incorrectly. I am perfectly capable of chilling the fuck out. It does get annoying, though, even when I’m not in a rush.
But, I’m usually able to read something while I’m waiting in line. Bringing a book wherever I go comes in really handy sometimes.
Sure enough, but it is possible for you to take your checkbook out before the cashier rings up your last ding dong, right? I mean, one would presume that the act of writing a check was premeditated, so it came as no surprise to you that you’d need the damn thing. Nor is it required that the cashier ring up that entire 12 pack of diet pepsi for you to know what today’s date is. Or what the name of the store is. And write that information in.
Or you can stand there like Bessies chewing her cud while you make the rest of the world a less pleasant place to be, then exclaim at the last minute “Me owe money? Me not want owe money. Me look for chek bok. Me take hour for look.”
I certainly understand the thrill of annoying people. Which is why if you pull this on me, I will delight in annoying you by throwing fad diet booklets at your head.
My father is one of those people, he’ll use a debit card for petty cash, but a cheque for transactions over £50.
He and my mother have complex financial arrangements, due to the fact that they don’t believe in joint bank accounts, but she pays all the bills, while he earns the cash.
Thus he uses a chequebook so that he knows he has 3 days to put money in the account, should my mother need cash unexpectedly.
They feel that if he had a credit card, there would be a chance that they wouldn’t be able to pay off the full amount every month.
My mother is the only person I know who has never paid a penny of interest on her card.
Basically, using cheques stops my parents from being debt, so it’s a good thing, and is worth a few minutes inconvenience. He’s a financial advisor, so I guess he knows what he’s doing.
Do you get all upset when someone’s credit card takes ages to go through the machine?
I use my debit card almost exclusively, and I am also firmly in the “chill out” camp. Be frustrated at people who are pokey about getting around to the mechanics of paying, if you must, but don’t blame it on checks. They’d be just as pokey finding a card as a checkbook.
You know, I’m sitting here stunned that someone could read the sentence “I write checks at the grocery store sometimes” and extrapolate from that information that I am a stupid cow who is incapable of doing so in a sensible manner.
I didn’t mean to accuse you specifically of this. I meant “you” as in the general consumer population. If you don’t engage in this behavior, then don’t take it personally.
On the other hand, if you do engage in this behavior, feel free to take it very personally. flings grapefruit diet book
No upset at credit card taking time. Why? Because the process is as streamlined as possible. The person whose card is taking a long time to process is not responsible for slow computer/dialup time.
The cheque writer is completely responsible for how long their transaction takes.
As others have pointed out; have the damn cheque filled out with all required data except for amount before you get on line. Then you too will be efficient and I will not give you a second thought.
I don’t discriminate. I get infuriated at people who don’t reach for their wallet until after their purchase has been rung up, no matter what currency they use to pay.
There is a special circle of hell, though, for people who have a bagful of change, pay with a single bill, and then are thrown into a tizzy when asked ‘You don’t have a penny, by any chance?’ and begin the long, slow, labourious process of sifting through their twelve pounds of change for a penny.
Why carry it around if it’s too much effort to actually spend it? Geez.
Thank gawd I didn’t have to deal with any check-writers at the supermarket last night.
Here I was, following a 13-hour work day, zonked out with a bad cold, standing on line with my miserable OTC remedies, waiting behind the following cast of characters:
customer who is apparently great friends with the cashier, and who is carrying on a detailed conversation with her during the less-than-efficient bagging of the goods (no bagger was on duty), followed by
customer who is not given full value for her coupons but knows her rights, prompting the cashier to disappear to parts unknown for several minutes to seek an answer to this cosmic problem, finally returning and conveying profuse apologies to Ms. Right, and
Stubby tattooed guy right in front of me, who as it transpires is in line only to buy stamps, and who when the cashier apologies to him for all the delays, announces to her (and me) “That’s OK. I’ve got nothing but time.”
Good on you, fella.
Reaching for my credit card to pay for my stuff (you see, I do these things in a Proper Way), I realized my driver’s license was gone (I found it at home later, but not before going into a dazed panic over the possibility of having my identity stolen and resold to fiendish Lithuanians).
The last time I had to write a check for something, I extracted out of the depths of my cavernous purse the most pitiful, torn up and bent packet of checks imaginable. I was amazed it actually went through the little check machine.
I longingly await the day where we’ll be a cashless society. Not because it takes too long but so I can get a darling little purse.