Ditkaless Wonders
Footballguy
Halloween. Late Afternoon. Down to the local Albertson's for a few things for the wife. Approach 15 item checkout lane with 11 items in the cart. All lines are long, including this one as some fat bakery goods eater has maybe 30 kinds of muffins, donuts, cakes, cupcakes and what not in her cart, not the regular cart, but the motorized one for the handicapped which seems to always be used by the obese (Not that obesity is not a handicap). I hear the checker ask if she is having a party, implying all of the goodies could not simply be for her, the customer. The response from the tub of goo, "Nope, just for me."
So far no big deal, life as one knows it in America.
I get up to where I am next in line. Maybe a three minute wait. (2 woman in a row, so coupons, discussion, credit cards not at the ready, you know the drill.) Walking up behind me is a guy with 7 bags of Halloween candy and a large vase of flowers. He has no cart. His hands are full. Just behind him, having apparently circled around in her motorized cart is the same fat woman. Apparently on the way out she saw that candy had been marked down and she had a good dozen or so bags of it now staked on top of her impossibly high pile of baked goods which she had previously purchased and which were already staked higher than the basket on the cart.
Seeing the guy holding so much without a cart I let him jump in front of me. He thanks me. He checks through quickly. Meanwhile Large Marge asks if she can cut in line. I politely say no. I get to the checker and she says the guy I let cut in front left a $20.00 bill to pay for my items. He shouldn't have. An extravagantly nice gesture for some common courtesy.
Large Marge then pipes up asking if he left any money for her. The checker rolls her eyes and says no. Large Marge then starts yelling that she saw the eye roll and wanted the Manager.
I offered to stay with the checker as the manager approached. She said thanks but not necessary. As I was leaving I heard the manager say "Oh, you again." I knew the checker would be alright with her boss.
At any rate $20.00 for some common courtesy? I guess it was not that common to him, or he was awfully flush.
So far no big deal, life as one knows it in America.
I get up to where I am next in line. Maybe a three minute wait. (2 woman in a row, so coupons, discussion, credit cards not at the ready, you know the drill.) Walking up behind me is a guy with 7 bags of Halloween candy and a large vase of flowers. He has no cart. His hands are full. Just behind him, having apparently circled around in her motorized cart is the same fat woman. Apparently on the way out she saw that candy had been marked down and she had a good dozen or so bags of it now staked on top of her impossibly high pile of baked goods which she had previously purchased and which were already staked higher than the basket on the cart.
Seeing the guy holding so much without a cart I let him jump in front of me. He thanks me. He checks through quickly. Meanwhile Large Marge asks if she can cut in line. I politely say no. I get to the checker and she says the guy I let cut in front left a $20.00 bill to pay for my items. He shouldn't have. An extravagantly nice gesture for some common courtesy.
Large Marge then pipes up asking if he left any money for her. The checker rolls her eyes and says no. Large Marge then starts yelling that she saw the eye roll and wanted the Manager.
I offered to stay with the checker as the manager approached. She said thanks but not necessary. As I was leaving I heard the manager say "Oh, you again." I knew the checker would be alright with her boss.
At any rate $20.00 for some common courtesy? I guess it was not that common to him, or he was awfully flush.
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