No really . . . I don’t mind waiting. After all, you did purchase chewing gum. This is a major purchase, and I can understand that you need to properly file all documentation of the transaction for future reference. And while you’re at it, you might as well make sure that your change is also properly stowed . . . the coins in your coin purse located in the inner zipper pocket, the bills facing the same direction your billfold in order of value. Probably now would be a good time to do a once-over inspection of your entire purse contents in general . . . picking out any items now regarded as trash and insuring that everything is in its right place. You better get out your sun glasses and your car keys, too.
I suppose one could argue that if you took 2 steps forward before implementing the Dewey Decimal filing system within your purse, the person in line behind you could begin their transaction. But why delay your organizational needs by 2 seconds when you can delay the lives of the 5 people standing in line behind you by a half-hour? After all, you are the first in line, so your needs come first. You’re the winner.
Amazing, that bitch was in front of me as I tried to get breakfast this morning. Who knew she was going to fly to California just to fuck with your day, too.
“I brought a donut and the guy gave me a recieipt for the donut. I don’t need a receipt for the donut., I give you the money. You give me the donut, end of transaction. We do not need to bring ink and paper into this. I cannot imagine the senerio where I would have to prove that I brought a donut. Some skeptical friend. ‘Don’t even act like I didn’t get that donut. I got the documentation right here.’”
Her name is Legionella. She is everywhere. Sometimes young and sometimes old but seemingly eternal.
Yeah, I love these inconsiderate jerks too, but soon enough the “why are you in such a hurry?” contingent will be here to tell us what terrible people we are.
I am a fairly rude person, I will actually say excuse me and put my stuff down to be checked out. I seem to get away with this in NJ/NYC. It did not work in Florida.
Heh. My father keeps receipts for everything. He keeps his bills in value order, face front, with all the corners straightened out.
He would not, however, hold up the line while carrying out his rituals. He also watches the scanning like a hawk but knows to take any discrepancies over to customer service and not ask the checker.
Wait a minute, did she also wait until the transaction was rung up and the cashier told her how much she owed before she relized she had to pay for her gum? Then did she finally open her bag and take out her wallet and start to hand the clerk a bill to pay? Then decide, no she had the change to pay for her gum, proceed to put the dollar back in her wallet, wallet back in her bag and take out her change purse. Then when she realized that she didn’t have the correct change start rooting around in the bottom of the bag looking for loose pennies and nickels. And then put the change purse back in the bag, again take out the wallet, search thru all the bills inside and finally pull out the original dollar and pay?
Well of course she had to re-arrange her purse after all that. Damn you, you insensitive, impatient back of the line shoppers.
ETA and gosh dang all you people who posted while I was typing this one handed.
hah. you guys think YOU’RE annoyed by this. As a summer cashier (oooh, just about to start that up again on Sunday), I not only have to put up with that but then because it creates a line, more people get in the line LATER who don’t know the slowest-customer-in-the-entire-world has just gone through bitches because we don’t have enough people working even though the real problem is that these Fuckwits can’t get through a fucking grocery line without inventing an entirely new and occaisonally spacially impossible system for putting shit in a purse. Don’t even get me started on people who INSIST that i check the price on something i KNOW rang up correctly. FUCK!
sorry, I’m bitter, and just about to start having to put up with it again.
I’m still waiting for the people to accuse us of being in a hurry to come out. I hate this, too. I like my stuff sorted…so when I come up to the line I have my purse open. While she is scanning I put it on the counter and open the change pocket. If I have any idea what the change is going to be I get it out. If not, I have the bills in my hand.
Then she gives it to me, and bills go in one pocket, change in another, receipt in the bag please, and then I move down to the end to quickly zip up my purse.
And this is only when I pay cash! Mostly these days I’m using my debit,w hich is in my and and out of its sleeve.
The Hannaford next to my office is full of people that are apaprently shocked, shocked to discover they have to pay for their purchases. Sometimes I want to say soemthing when I see them there just spacing out, staring off into the distance. “Get your checkbook out already!” Then the balancing of the checkbook - MOVE YOUR ASS DOWN.
Ugh. This is why I now go to the self-checkout and never never deal with cashiers & their people if I don’t have to.
I’m thinking I could make a fortune with my new invention. A conveyor belt built into the floor of the checkstand aisle that will automatically advance the person standing by the register five feet forward at the conclustion of the transaction.
At a supermarket, after I’ve made my transaction, I like to move over to an empty checkout station to shuffle/stow my bills and do other pursework prior to leaving the store. It also gives me a chance to eyeball the receipt and see that there are no glaring mistakes, all the while not holding up the line at the original checkout station.
You are a wonderful person and I would like to thank you on behalf of all the impatient people like me that are always in a hurry, even when we really aren’t.
Add the three people in front of me last night in the “self checkout” automated checkstand that needed to buy cigarettes. As in get the attention of the one guy reponsible for six checkstands, then find out he’s not 18, so get a manager to unlock the cigarette case and bring your fix over, all while five of us wait for this “self checkout” to be completed! If you’re going to need assistance to complete your transaction, go to a freaking line that has an actual human being at the end of it! GAH!
And it is THIS type of person who, after disputing every price and producing coupons for every item, will, after you give them the total…start digging for their checkbook. :mad:
And then, they have a third party postdated starter check from an out of town bank that requires an act of Congress and the signature of the Secretary of the Treasury to cash.
Shows what he knows. That receipt’s going to come in real handy for his girlfriend to prove that he was really at the doughnut shop where the cute girl works at 10:13 on May 5th, instead of where he said he was, doing drywall at the house his brother’s working on.[/voice of experience]
Excuse me, you inconsiderate twits, haven’t you ever considered that the woman in question may be suffering from OCD? Are you really in such a hurry that you can’t afford to waste ten effing seconds to accommodate someone who obviously has this terrible disorder? Selfish pigs.
Everytime I think I have the whole “checkout” thing solved I get screwed.
Since I live in “The Land of the Checkwriters” Minnesota now (yeah, they still carry them with them, do you believe that shit? and they act suprised when the waitress tells them they don’t take checks anymore) I have become more cautious before committing myself to a checkout line. I actually scan for people in line with checkbook in hand and avoid those lines like the plague.
I much prefer the people with cash, credit, or the “amazing magic card of the future” checking debit card (with the Visa logo, they take them everyyyyyywhere).
So now what have I run up against? People who still haven’t quite figured it out. They use their checking debit card (yeahhhh) but then proceed to immediately pull out their checkbook so they can write down the entry and balance it on the spot (booooo) while everyone waits for them.
Maybe someday they’ll join the 21st century with me.
