June 9th, 2006grocery store show
I don’t really like people. I know, I know, that’s a “broad statement” and you’re right, it is. So let me qualify it: I don’t like most people. By most people I mean those who are rude, obnoxious, overly arrogant, sexist, demanding, loud and racist… and that’s just part of the list.
Now I know that’s not “most” people, but it’s a lot of people.
Wow, do I sound cynical or what?
I had to go to the grocery store tonight—I haven’t gone since before I left for MN and not only did I not have any food, I was totally out of liquor… the sacrilege!
I did my shopping and headed to checkout—I should’ve kept shopping. The woman in front of the woman ahead of me was very loud and had a rather irritating habit of talking about the price of each of her purchases… “oh my, $4 for a little bag of carrots? that’s outrageous! and how much was that? I can’t believe that price…” And on, and on, and on, until…
“$10 for a BAG of cherries?! Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?!? There’s something wrong—you did something wrong!”
And so the nonsense began. Apparently the cherries were entered into the system wrong, so she had them taken off her bill. Then while the next lady was being rung up, she went and checked the price in the produce section.
“I WAS right. Your system is WRONG!”
And she was back. At this stage she proceeded to detail the price, detail how badly the computer had screwed up and detail how the other grocery store in town ALWAYS gives the customer the item for free if it’s rung up incorrectly.
Bear in mind, all of this was spewed at two young teenagers who looked like the woman had stepped on their puppies… with cleats.
One of her big points was that they were “wasting her time”—this was, of course, while she cut in front of me to have her cherries rung up correctly.
Stupid, stupid cherries.
I hate the grocery store!!! There are always a ton of bratty ass kids who never shut-up!
Comment by The Sister — June 9, 2006 @ 9:16 pm
See, if you just dislike all people it is so much easier that all this categorizing.
Also, the most important of Grampa’s Handy-Dandy Rules for Living
Rule #1: People are stupid. Please plan accordingly.
Comment by Grampa — June 9, 2006 @ 9:26 pm
K is that you? LOL You commented?! I’m shocked.
G… and you’re going to blog those somewhere, aren’t you? 😉
Comment by the insider — June 9, 2006 @ 9:28 pm
yes it is me, i had to say something about bratty ass kids and grocery stores! It not the people who drive me crazy it is the kids. if they made a grocery store that required you to be 21 or older i would shop there all the time! Shit i would do the shopping if they had a grocery store like that.
Comment by The Sister — June 9, 2006 @ 9:46 pm
Rule #357: Do not breed. If you do, you deserve it.
Comment by Grampa — June 9, 2006 @ 9:55 pm
Rotfl lmao.. god you two should meet. You’d make each other laugh, LOL.
Comment by the insider — June 9, 2006 @ 10:17 pm
Heh.
How far away is she?
Comment by Grampa — June 9, 2006 @ 10:30 pm
Closer than me asshat. 😛
Comment by the insider — June 9, 2006 @ 10:50 pm
Nice! I think that if you want to have kids you need to pass a test just like in Driver’s Ed. BUT HELL NO, anyone can breed.
Comment by The Sister — June 9, 2006 @ 10:55 pm
Don’t even get me started. Personally, I think we should bring back DDT. I fuck’n hate mosquitos. It turns out that the shit kills birds (annoying morning singing fuckers) and shows up in breast milk, too (might be harmful for screaming little fuckers).
I’ve thought about it and if the price for getting rid of mosquitos is killing off birds and babies, then I can accept that.
Comment by Grampa — June 9, 2006 @ 11:00 pm
Oh my god.. ISSUES.
Both of you.
Comment by the insider — June 9, 2006 @ 11:02 pm
Well once DDT was explained to me, i have to agree with you!
Comment by The Sister — June 9, 2006 @ 11:20 pm
Yeah, they banned it like the year or two after I was born.
I was just a wee lad, but I remember shedding tears about that shit.
Comment by Grampa — June 9, 2006 @ 11:31 pm
😛 You shed tears about nothing buddy, lol. :
Comment by the insider — June 9, 2006 @ 11:50 pm
I shed tears about one magnificent ass, an ass from the East, from my youth that is forgotten.
Comment by Grampa — June 10, 2006 @ 12:09 am
i was at target yesterday… cute widdle kid… loud voice. 30 minutes of “maaa-maaaah! maaaa-maaaahhhaaaaaaa! maaaaaaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaa!” i was about to castrate the dad and bitch slap the mom. neither of them handled the kid correctly… the mom kept wandering off for long moments and the dad looked like he wouldn’t mind so much being castrated.
Comment by wendykat — June 10, 2006 @ 1:39 am
Rule 357 Wen, Rule 357.
Comment by Grampa — June 10, 2006 @ 2:39 am
LOL… you had an ass in your youth, eh? ;P
Wendy… he probably was already castrated wen, ugh.
Comment by the insider — June 10, 2006 @ 4:25 pm
It was a different ass that I had in mind, but, yes, actually, I did have an ass in my youth.
I lost it to some Turkish guys playing poker back in ’89.
Comment by Grampa — June 10, 2006 @ 6:18 pm
Mmhmm… 😉
Comment by the insider — June 10, 2006 @ 6:24 pm
GROSS
Comment by The Sister — June 10, 2006 @ 11:38 pm
Shove it. 😛
Comment by the insider — June 11, 2006 @ 2:12 pm