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Fisticuffs at the Supermarket
Sep. 10th, 2009 10:59 pmSo ... I'm shopping for groceries after work tonight, and I need a few essentials, so my cart is semi-full. I begin to unload my cart, and a man walks up behind me with just some milk and eggs.
I would have let him go ahead of me, but the cashier had already started to ring throught my stuff, but Oh Well.
Anyway, the cashier is almost done with my order, and the guy behind me (who had been huffing with impatience the whole time) says to the bagger in the next lane,
Guy: Hey! I've got a suggestion for the guy in the white shirt! Why don't you stop bagging and open up a new line so people like me don't have to wait so long.
The bagger (who probably didn't have the skills or authority to do so) just smiles and shrugs nervously.
Guy: Look! There's $140 over here (my total) and $200 over there. I've only got milk and eggs. What the hell is wrong with this store?
So, the lady in the next isle tells him (nicely) to calm down.
Guy:I will not calm down! You mind your own business, I'm not talking to you.
Lady: These people are just trying to do their jobs, give them a break.
Guy: You shut up, or you'll be wearing these eggs. (holds them up in a threatening manner)
Of course, the guy is like a foot away from me, and I just cannot STAND douche-baggery, so I chime in.
Me: Dude, chill out.
Guy: Shut your mouth, I'm not even talking to you.
Me: Well, you're talking to me now, and I'm telling you that you have to calm down.
Guy: DON'T YOU FUCKIN TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
Me: Hey! Don't talk to me like that, I'm not your bitch!
At this point, I'm done paying, so I get my grocieries and head out. He's still chirping at me and everyone else, so I just give him the 'talk to the hand' thing, and say Whatev.
As it ends up, he is parked two cars away from me, and comes out while I'm loading groceries into my car.
Guy: You'd better watch who you're talking to! blablablablabla
Keep in mind, it is dark out and there are very few cars in the lot. I realize that I should probably keep my mouth shut, but I CANNOT!
Me: Eat me, asshole.
He gets in his car and almost runs over the guy collecting the carts. I warn him just in time, and the kid manages to get out of the way. Mr. Douche peels out and drives away.
*siiiiiigh*
What the fuck is wrong with people? And may I point out, that only me and that one other woman said anything to this abusive asshole. There were at least 6 other people (a few of them men) and everyone just sort of looked at their feet.
I would have let him go ahead of me, but the cashier had already started to ring throught my stuff, but Oh Well.
Anyway, the cashier is almost done with my order, and the guy behind me (who had been huffing with impatience the whole time) says to the bagger in the next lane,
Guy: Hey! I've got a suggestion for the guy in the white shirt! Why don't you stop bagging and open up a new line so people like me don't have to wait so long.
The bagger (who probably didn't have the skills or authority to do so) just smiles and shrugs nervously.
Guy: Look! There's $140 over here (my total) and $200 over there. I've only got milk and eggs. What the hell is wrong with this store?
So, the lady in the next isle tells him (nicely) to calm down.
Guy:I will not calm down! You mind your own business, I'm not talking to you.
Lady: These people are just trying to do their jobs, give them a break.
Guy: You shut up, or you'll be wearing these eggs. (holds them up in a threatening manner)
Of course, the guy is like a foot away from me, and I just cannot STAND douche-baggery, so I chime in.
Me: Dude, chill out.
Guy: Shut your mouth, I'm not even talking to you.
Me: Well, you're talking to me now, and I'm telling you that you have to calm down.
Guy: DON'T YOU FUCKIN TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
Me: Hey! Don't talk to me like that, I'm not your bitch!
At this point, I'm done paying, so I get my grocieries and head out. He's still chirping at me and everyone else, so I just give him the 'talk to the hand' thing, and say Whatev.
As it ends up, he is parked two cars away from me, and comes out while I'm loading groceries into my car.
Guy: You'd better watch who you're talking to! blablablablabla
Keep in mind, it is dark out and there are very few cars in the lot. I realize that I should probably keep my mouth shut, but I CANNOT!
Me: Eat me, asshole.
He gets in his car and almost runs over the guy collecting the carts. I warn him just in time, and the kid manages to get out of the way. Mr. Douche peels out and drives away.
*siiiiiigh*
What the fuck is wrong with people? And may I point out, that only me and that one other woman said anything to this abusive asshole. There were at least 6 other people (a few of them men) and everyone just sort of looked at their feet.
