I hate food shopping! Not because I hate food, but I hate going into the store. You see, I know what I want, I am on a mission. I go in, load up my carry basket and try to get out as quick as possible. I never use a shopping cart because it inhibits my shopping speed. I don’t care if the basket ends up weighing more than me, it allows me to weave in and out of supermarket traffic at warp speed.
Everyone once in a while you run into a complete traffic jam, but with a quick swing of the carry basket you can get around it. With a cart you are trapped for sure.
Checking out is the worst. I have my debit card or cash ready before I get to the checkout, I want to check out as fast as possible. I loathe ending up behind the lady who spends 3 hours digging through her 400lb pocket book looking for her wallet, while talking on her cell phone, totally oblivious to the fact that she has a line building behind her. Totally oblivious to the fact that everyone can hear her personal conversation. You can see the frustration on the cashiers face, and it makes my blood boil. Hurry up!!!!
I am not perfect, but It’s annoying when these people think they are the only ones in the universe. I am impatient. It took me 5 minutes to navigate the traffic in the store, but because of you, giant pocket book cell phone lady, I have to wait until your done being an idiot before I can check out.
Tonight I waited behind a lady who was paying cash, but she decided half way through the transaction that she wanted to split the transaction into 3 parts. She paid cash for the first few items, spent 5 minutes digging for her money, and then put the change (after paying) back into her pocket. Then the next few items went through, and she began digging into her pocket for the same change she had just put away (why she put it back in her pocket is a mystery to me, if she knew she was going to use the change to pay two seconds later). Finally the third and final transaction, which was a bottle of wine, 5 minutes digging for her ID. In all it took her about 15 minutes for about 15 items. I could feel myself glaring at her, “what are you doing???” All I want to do is get out of here and go home, put my pajamas on and call it a night.