So there I was, standing in the aisle at wally world, about to select a jar of sugar free blueberry preserves, when a roly poly gentleman pushed my cart away and shoved his five-by-five self next to the display, muttering under his breath, “gotta find honey.”
I stood there in shock, while he took all of five minutes to pick up each and every kind of honey on three shelves and read the contents and then put it back and pick up yet another brand to consider. Totally oblivious to anything and anybody around him. He finally made his decision and shoved back and made a right turn and almost fell over my cart. He looked in my general direction and said, “oh, sorry, didn’t realize I was in your way.”
In my way? Are you kidding me? I looked him straight in his dumpling face and responded, “You are absolutely one of the rudest people on earth.”
It didn’t faze him one iota, matter of fact, I don’t think he even heard me, and then he and his jelly belly self was gone.
Picked up the item I needed and since it was the last on my list headed to the front of the store. Because I had more than 20 items in the basket, I got in one of the high-density lines. Noticed oompa loompa one aisle over, in the “fast lane.” I wrote my check, thanked my cashier for working, and as I headed for the parking lot saw Mister I’m So Important standing there, visibly fuming, behind a customer having trouble with a debit card.
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