I buy most of my groceries at Wegmans. Last night I needed to swing by to get a half gallon of organic milk, and a box of organic cereal. I was at the store to buy just 2 items. Should be a simple, uneventful purchase. But of course that isn't how it things went down.
At 10pm Wegmans only has 2 or 3 registers open at a time. When I walked towards the front, I decided to go to the 15 item lane, because there was only 1 person it it, instead of 3 or 4 in each of the other open check out lines.
As I approch the 15 item express lane, I realize that the guy and his wife in front of me have a cart each full of groceries. FULL. In the express lane. I nearly switched check out lines, but figured that since he only had 6 or 7 items left, I would be fine, his choice to ignore the item restriction wouldn't really affect me. Boy was I wrong. I should know by now not to expect smooth and positive human interaction in Northern Virginia.
As the clerk finished checking the man's groceries, he provided the total. The guy just stared for a good 15 seconds, then asked, "are you going to give me a chance to swipe my Wegmans Card?" to which the clerk replied, "you can swipe it any time during our transaction here at the credit card reader". Good diplomatic response that subtly makes clear that the guy was a moron, rather than the clerk. I approved.
After swiping his Wegmans Club Card, the new total was provided by the clerk, who received money from the wife, not the guy. The clerk then handed the recipt to the wife, since she paid, it was a natural enough move in my opinion. But the guy snatched it from her hand, and started reviewing it, still standing in front of the register. It has now been a solid 4 minutes since his last item was scanned.
Once the clerk handed over the recipt, he scanned my milk and cereal, and informed me of the total. The guy was still standing in the way, looking over his recipt, so I mellowly said, "excuse me" to which he replied, without moving or even looking at me, "I'll be out of your way soon enough".
I had been having a good day. Had dinner with a friend, ran with the dogs, I was just in a realy good mood. But I wasn't about to let this dickwad with a bad attitude carry on like this uncontested. So I let him have it with both barrels.
"You are in the express line, with 2 carts full of stuff, and you are going to give me attitude for merely saying 'excuse me'? All I want to do is pay for my cereal and go home, I don't know what you feel like you need to stand in my way, and be an ass to everyone around you, but I'm telling you that you need to move out of my way, because I'm not cool with this situation."
It sounded better in person, he was stunned that some kid in line behind him would speak with such stern force. He said something about his wife being in the way, and I pointed out that she was probably really looking forward to the drive home with him and his good attitude. As he moved out of the way, he mumbled, "enjoy your cereal, might want some milk though, punk."
"Look in the bag! Milk!" was my response. I went home, put the milk in the fridge and the cereal in the last open space in the cabinet, and continued to have a good night. It felt good to throw that guy's unreasonable attitude back into his face. Really Good. That is all.
At 10pm Wegmans only has 2 or 3 registers open at a time. When I walked towards the front, I decided to go to the 15 item lane, because there was only 1 person it it, instead of 3 or 4 in each of the other open check out lines.
As I approch the 15 item express lane, I realize that the guy and his wife in front of me have a cart each full of groceries. FULL. In the express lane. I nearly switched check out lines, but figured that since he only had 6 or 7 items left, I would be fine, his choice to ignore the item restriction wouldn't really affect me. Boy was I wrong. I should know by now not to expect smooth and positive human interaction in Northern Virginia.
As the clerk finished checking the man's groceries, he provided the total. The guy just stared for a good 15 seconds, then asked, "are you going to give me a chance to swipe my Wegmans Card?" to which the clerk replied, "you can swipe it any time during our transaction here at the credit card reader". Good diplomatic response that subtly makes clear that the guy was a moron, rather than the clerk. I approved.
After swiping his Wegmans Club Card, the new total was provided by the clerk, who received money from the wife, not the guy. The clerk then handed the recipt to the wife, since she paid, it was a natural enough move in my opinion. But the guy snatched it from her hand, and started reviewing it, still standing in front of the register. It has now been a solid 4 minutes since his last item was scanned.
Once the clerk handed over the recipt, he scanned my milk and cereal, and informed me of the total. The guy was still standing in the way, looking over his recipt, so I mellowly said, "excuse me" to which he replied, without moving or even looking at me, "I'll be out of your way soon enough".
I had been having a good day. Had dinner with a friend, ran with the dogs, I was just in a realy good mood. But I wasn't about to let this dickwad with a bad attitude carry on like this uncontested. So I let him have it with both barrels.
"You are in the express line, with 2 carts full of stuff, and you are going to give me attitude for merely saying 'excuse me'? All I want to do is pay for my cereal and go home, I don't know what you feel like you need to stand in my way, and be an ass to everyone around you, but I'm telling you that you need to move out of my way, because I'm not cool with this situation."
It sounded better in person, he was stunned that some kid in line behind him would speak with such stern force. He said something about his wife being in the way, and I pointed out that she was probably really looking forward to the drive home with him and his good attitude. As he moved out of the way, he mumbled, "enjoy your cereal, might want some milk though, punk."
"Look in the bag! Milk!" was my response. I went home, put the milk in the fridge and the cereal in the last open space in the cabinet, and continued to have a good night. It felt good to throw that guy's unreasonable attitude back into his face. Really Good. That is all.
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jmolder:
Thank you Thank you Thank you !
bigwhelturnsmal:
I am fine thank you for asking. That was my first sezuire ever. Have you ever had one? I am curious as to how someone feels before their sezuires? (With out the aid of spellcheck I throw caution to the wind 
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