Yesterday morning, I went to Wal-Mart to pick up groceries for Mom and a few things for myself.
When it came time to check out, I spied one un-busy register and made a beeline for it.
That’s when I noticed the “20 item maximum” sign hanging over the checker’s head.
She assured me it was fine to enter and even to pay with two separate cards, so I started unloading my cart.
A lone man appeared behind me, his planned purchases well within the 20-item limit.
When I apologized, he said he’d rather wait in this line than move on.
Shortly thereafter, an older couple showed up behind him, and they proceeded to complain — LOUDLY! — the entire time I was working.
“I thought this was the fast line,” the woman grumbled.
“The sign says 20 items,” her hubby agreed, with a pointed look at the gal who was holding them up, ME!
It’s not like this was the only register open. The Complainers could’ve moved along, or used the self-check area, if they’d been in a rip-roaring hurry.
On a Sunday, no less.
Well, I ignored their nasty comments as long as I could, but when they kept at it, I whirled around and barked at them that I’d asked and received permission to line up with my items.
“Well, there’s your problem,” hubby said, trying to shove the blame from me to the store employee.
I’ve got to hand it to her, though. She kept her cool and told them, “Look, everybody’s going to get served, okay?”
That seemed to shut The Complainers up (probably didn’t hurt that I was finishing by then, either!)
There will be a time when loud-mouthed, incompetent people seem to be getting the best of you. When that happens, you only have to be patient and wait for them to self destruct. It never fails. — Richard Rybolt, author