The Evil Twin and I were up and out of the house early on Tuesday morning. We voted and the workers at our precinct (seem to be the same round up of characters) are so nice and helpful. We had a fast and good experience - even if I didn't get a sticker...
Then, we drove out to WalMart for the weekly shopping. Normally, this little affair would have taken place on Monday, but we had to wait TWO HOURS for new tires on Monday and there was no van to take food purchases to, even though we wasted our nearly two hours in the other WalMart on Monday. We took Sissy to look at the fishies, the Christmas displays and the toys.
We then walked across the lot to have lunch at Taco Bell. OMWord. I only have one thing to say about this: That Taco Bell will forever be seared in my mind as "The Hicks n Hollers Taco Bell". We're talking people with WV accents so thick, I couldn't understand them. Plus, which, it's hard to understand people who are missing all or a good portion of their teeth.
ANYWAY, we went to my favorite WalMart on Tuesday to do my weekly shopping. Everything went well. We were there fairly early and even if it WAS Tuesday (Senior Citizen's or "Elderly Hell" day), it wasn't so bad.
We finished up the shopping and chose a lane. I choose lanes not by how long they are, but by who is manning them. One lane was almost dead. The kid running the register looked to be about 12 years old and a new employee. No thank you!
So, we selected the lane with an older more "seasoned" looking clerk. And, she was great - quick, friendly and a champion bagger.
The problem arose when an "older" customer who was in a motorized cart decided she also wanted the seasoned employee.
Now, this was about 10 AM and there were plenty of lanes with NO action open. She could have chosen any of those. But no, she decided to get behind us.
I'm buying $100+ worth of groceries. We're gonna be in line a while, beyotch.
As is customary when the Evil Twin and I shop in tandem, he pushes the cart (full of heavy groceries and Sissy-poo) and I unload the minor items from the cart to put on the conveyor belt. If there's anything heavy-ish or bulky, the Evil Twin will lift those items up for the clerk to scan and then put them back in the cart.
Fine, fine. All is going as planned.
Then, I heard the lady in the scooter cart behind us say something to the ET. I couldn't really make it out, but I heard him say, "Give me a minute! Be patient!" and I thought he hadn't heard Old Bag of Shit behind him (because he is hard of hearing at his advanced age and all - plus, I don't think all those sinful rock n roll concerts he went to as a youngster helped any) and that he was admonishing Sissy, who has a way of harping for your attention EVERY.SINGLE.DINGLE.MINUTE.
I paid the clerk and we moved on. As we were leaving, he informed me that Old Bag of Shit had said, "Could you move her up?" Meaning, move the cart with Sissy in it up so SHE could get to the belt.
I'm just so glad she didn't say it to me. Because I would have gone postal on her old, stuck in a scooter ass.
Such is life. In real life, we wait in lines sometimes. We don't wait other times. It just is what it is.
If someone is impatient and wants to check out faster, find any of the myriad other lanes that were free and clear.
But don't give marching orders to MY family.
I wish I could find a video from the show "Yo Gabba Gabba": "You Gotta Wait Your Turn".