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Dear lady in the supermarket in the funny hat,
Just in case you don't remember who you are, you were in front of me today at lunchtime. The supermarket was very, very busy, as you must have noticed.
I was in the express line, which was clearly labelled "10 Items Or Less (sic)." I had three items. You too were in the express line. You had at least fifty items.
Now, not only did you apparently not feel any shame about going through an express line with fifty items, but you stood and watched the cashier ring up your shopping, the pile of items growing in front of her, and waited for her to put the things in bags. Given how busy the supermarket was and how inconsiderate you were already being, you might have saved time by bagging your own groceries. But no, you stood there staring off into space, waiting for the cashier to do it.
And further, once the cashier had finished ringing up your shopping, and once she had finished putting everything into bags for you while you stood by looking on, you stood around and did nothing while she loaded all the bags into your granny cart. You had the audacity to complain that she hadn't packed it properly. Then you paid with a credit card which took an inordinately long time to clear. I will grant that you couldn't help the speed of the connection, but the rest of your time at the checkout was a prime display of massively anti-social behaviour. If you are going to flout the convention of the express line, at least be ashamed about it and do what you can to speed your exit. Do not stand imperiously at the register as though the cashier is your servant. Do not expect someone else to put things into plastic bags for you. Pack your own granny cart.
We will leave aside the fact that your hat was clearly made from real fur, since you looked as though you had a cat wrapped around your head, which should be punishment enough.
I hope that next time you try thus to go through an express line, you will be forced to pack your shopping back into your trolley and queue up again on another line.
Bimhera byameinu.
Just in case you don't remember who you are, you were in front of me today at lunchtime. The supermarket was very, very busy, as you must have noticed.
I was in the express line, which was clearly labelled "10 Items Or Less (sic)." I had three items. You too were in the express line. You had at least fifty items.
Now, not only did you apparently not feel any shame about going through an express line with fifty items, but you stood and watched the cashier ring up your shopping, the pile of items growing in front of her, and waited for her to put the things in bags. Given how busy the supermarket was and how inconsiderate you were already being, you might have saved time by bagging your own groceries. But no, you stood there staring off into space, waiting for the cashier to do it.
And further, once the cashier had finished ringing up your shopping, and once she had finished putting everything into bags for you while you stood by looking on, you stood around and did nothing while she loaded all the bags into your granny cart. You had the audacity to complain that she hadn't packed it properly. Then you paid with a credit card which took an inordinately long time to clear. I will grant that you couldn't help the speed of the connection, but the rest of your time at the checkout was a prime display of massively anti-social behaviour. If you are going to flout the convention of the express line, at least be ashamed about it and do what you can to speed your exit. Do not stand imperiously at the register as though the cashier is your servant. Do not expect someone else to put things into plastic bags for you. Pack your own granny cart.
We will leave aside the fact that your hat was clearly made from real fur, since you looked as though you had a cat wrapped around your head, which should be punishment enough.
I hope that next time you try thus to go through an express line, you will be forced to pack your shopping back into your trolley and queue up again on another line.
Bimhera byameinu.
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