I know it was not an afterthought for you to end up in the grocery store. There is no way you just happen to be in the store and filled up a cart. I know you made a decision to make this trip to this shopping destination. As you peruse the checkout area looking for the shortest line we both end up walking towards the same register, you with your overloaded cart and me with my three or four items. You pretend you don’t see me as you nudge you way in front of me. If it were reversed I would have let you go ahead of me. Fine, I’ll wait. You tap your toe as you look around impatiently. You unload most of your items onto the belt and have to wait again. My arms are getting tired. You look annoyed that you have to be there. I just want somewhere to set my stuff, thinking maybe I should have gotten a cart. You finally have enough room to empty the rest of the items from your cart. Now there is room for me to put my items at least on the edge of the conveyor belt but you have made your stance made it clear that you do not want your personal space encroached on. We wait some more. Items begin to inch forward and I force the issue by stepping around your cart and placing my items on what little belt real estate there is. There is a divider between our items, but barely noticeable. You glance at me sideways with an annoyed look on your face. I agree with you, I should have gotten a cart. You look at your watch as if you have somewhere to be, ten minutes ago. Your chin is slightly raised as you glance around the store making sure you do not make eye contact with anyone. You watch intently as the cashier scans your items.
Then the unthinkable happens. The cashier finishes scanning your items and gives you a total for your wares. You pause. Then you reach for your purse. You begin shifting through your own personal black hole of goodies. You pull out a large wallet and open it glancing occasionally at the total on the cash register. You slowly open your wallet and begin thumbing through your check book. I feel the rage build within me starting at my core as I come to the realization that after all this time you spent impatiently waiting you are just now beginning to fill out the information on your check. You could not have done this while you were at home while you were making out your grocery list? You could not have pulled out your checks while you were rudely blocking me from putting down my items? You couldn't have at least put the name of the store on the check. Fine, I get it, you don’t want to sign a blank check and take a chance on having your purse stolen. I am completely dumbfounded and enraged that you are so completely self absorbed that you could not have saved us all a few moments of time as the cashier, me, and the persons behind me have to stall our lives as we are forced to wait for you to take your sweet time filling out the check when up until that point your acted like you were in a huge hurry and would rather had been anywhere but in line at the grocery store. Hey, thanks for being such an annoying, self-centered, knob of a human being as we all adhere to your time frame. Oh yeah, don’t forget to saunter diagonally across the parking lot so that people are forced to wait for you to zigzag your way to your vehicle. It’s all about you, don’t mind us.
Then the unthinkable happens. The cashier finishes scanning your items and gives you a total for your wares. You pause. Then you reach for your purse. You begin shifting through your own personal black hole of goodies. You pull out a large wallet and open it glancing occasionally at the total on the cash register. You slowly open your wallet and begin thumbing through your check book. I feel the rage build within me starting at my core as I come to the realization that after all this time you spent impatiently waiting you are just now beginning to fill out the information on your check. You could not have done this while you were at home while you were making out your grocery list? You could not have pulled out your checks while you were rudely blocking me from putting down my items? You couldn't have at least put the name of the store on the check. Fine, I get it, you don’t want to sign a blank check and take a chance on having your purse stolen. I am completely dumbfounded and enraged that you are so completely self absorbed that you could not have saved us all a few moments of time as the cashier, me, and the persons behind me have to stall our lives as we are forced to wait for you to take your sweet time filling out the check when up until that point your acted like you were in a huge hurry and would rather had been anywhere but in line at the grocery store. Hey, thanks for being such an annoying, self-centered, knob of a human being as we all adhere to your time frame. Oh yeah, don’t forget to saunter diagonally across the parking lot so that people are forced to wait for you to zigzag your way to your vehicle. It’s all about you, don’t mind us.
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