My friend’s often joke that I am a magnet for weird f-cking people. And they’re right – I have no idea why, or how it happens, but where ever you put me, if there is a jerk or a creep there, they will ultimately wind up talking to me, sitting next to me, or getting on my nerves.
Yesterday I stopped by the grocery store on my way home from work – I needed lettuce and Klondike bars (can’t resist a sale). For some reason, the supermarket was MOBBED. I go there before 6, and it wasn’t Senior Citizen day, so I don’t know where all these people came from, but it was packed.
I opt for self check out because I’m not ringing up anything that’s complicated (40 cans of cat food, weird vegetables, ethnic food), I simply have Klondike bars, a couple of bags of lettuce, salad dressing and a steak. The chic in front of me had a lot of stuff, so I waited for her to finish and bag the majority of her items before I started scanning.
Of course, the scanner jammed on everything I swiped. And each time, the check-out-helper had to come scan her card so I could continue. I turned around and apologized to the fella behind me, who gave me a sympathetic look and said “I don’t think you want to be here any more than I do, its okay. I just started shopping for myself anyway, so this is interesting.”
BOOM – enter the witch behind him – who peers over his shoulder and loudly says “I hope YOU don’t make as many mistakes as SHE did when you ring up” – sneering at me.
I simply shake my head and say to him “You’ll find that grocery shopping brings out the best in people. Good luck!”