The Scream continues ...
It's a simple enough thing, right? You go to the supermarket, you bring back your recyclables, you buy some more stuff, you come home.
Even easier if you can split up the chore ... so while my husband went to get our eggs, (in the eco-friendly cardboard container, of course) I went to return my bottles. They are in pristine condition - rinsed, dried, and so on ... I did everything but tie a bow around them so there shouldn't be any problems.
I go to the check out line and tell the moron of the day and say "I'm returning these." She looks scared and confused and immediately calls for help. Moron #2 approaches.
M1: "She's returning these. How do I do this?"
M2: "You're returning these?" She's positively incredulous.
Me: "Yes. They're all in there." I'm really not understanding what the problem is, I'm guessing it's the math - 12 x 5? For Christ's sake, no one told her that calculus would be required on the job!
M1: "I think I need your card." M2 is apparently a SUPERVISOR of some sort.
M2: "Yeah. Here." Swipes her card. Looks in the bag, then looks at me like I'm a crazy woman.
M2: "They're empty!"
At this point, I don't know whether to slap my head, slap her head, or slap both of their heads together in the hope that somehow this will knock just an iota of sense into one or the other of them.
Me: "Yeesss, they're empty. Now you give me 60 cents. That's how this works."
M1 and M2 look at each other in complete bafflement, and decide that it's easier to give me the money and get rid of me than to figure out what's going on. I take my money and walk away muttering, fully aware now of why those people you see going through the trash talk to themselves.
It's the idiots at the supermarket that made them crazy!
Even easier if you can split up the chore ... so while my husband went to get our eggs, (in the eco-friendly cardboard container, of course) I went to return my bottles. They are in pristine condition - rinsed, dried, and so on ... I did everything but tie a bow around them so there shouldn't be any problems.
I go to the check out line and tell the moron of the day and say "I'm returning these." She looks scared and confused and immediately calls for help. Moron #2 approaches.
M1: "She's returning these. How do I do this?"
M2: "You're returning these?" She's positively incredulous.
Me: "Yes. They're all in there." I'm really not understanding what the problem is, I'm guessing it's the math - 12 x 5? For Christ's sake, no one told her that calculus would be required on the job!
M1: "I think I need your card." M2 is apparently a SUPERVISOR of some sort.
M2: "Yeah. Here." Swipes her card. Looks in the bag, then looks at me like I'm a crazy woman.
M2: "They're empty!"
At this point, I don't know whether to slap my head, slap her head, or slap both of their heads together in the hope that somehow this will knock just an iota of sense into one or the other of them.
Me: "Yeesss, they're empty. Now you give me 60 cents. That's how this works."
M1 and M2 look at each other in complete bafflement, and decide that it's easier to give me the money and get rid of me than to figure out what's going on. I take my money and walk away muttering, fully aware now of why those people you see going through the trash talk to themselves.
It's the idiots at the supermarket that made them crazy!
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Monday, July 10, 2006
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