In which I call out an inconsiderate person as such
It’s going to be a long night at the office, so I went to Randall’s for a Diet Pepsi and a TV dinner a few minutes ago. I approached one of the express lanes, which was clearly marked with a large sign: 15 items or fewer.
The woman in front of me had approximately 40 items splayed all over the conveyor belt, which bugged me. But I didn’t say anything. Then, as the woman was bagging her groceries, she asked the cashier why there wasn’t an employee there bagging her groceries.
The cashier responded that it’s an express lane, and the sackers work at the regular lanes.
The shopper, a bit flustered, then said, “I didn’t know that.”
Bullshit.
First of all, there’s a large sign proclaiming “Express Lane,” and specifying the details thereof. On this sign, the letters and background are in contrasting colors, and the text is printed in block letters in the English language. The sign is suspended directly above the entrance to the lane. Furthermore, it’s positioned in such a way that you can’t see the light indicating the lane is open without having the sign directly in your field of vision.
Secondly, this store is configured like virtually every other grocery store in the English-speaking world. The first two or three lanes are always express lanes.
The cashier started to say something, and the woman cut her off: “Why didn’t you tell me? You should have told me.”
Now, I have a working knowledge of human nature. I understand that all people — myself included — have an inclination to duck responsibility for their mistakes. No one likes to think they’ve failed, so people shift the blame. I understand that. But this woman didn’t blame circumstances, or society, or something else out of her control. She blamed an innocent person for her wrong action. And that pissed me off. I had to say something, so I did.
“No, she shouldn’t have told you,” I said. I turned and pointed to the sign above the register, a sign you can’t miss, even if you’re a stupid, inconsiderate boor.
“There’s a big sign right there. It says ‘15 items or fewer’ in 8-inch letters. You can’t miss it.”
The woman quickly, but not quickly enough, bagged her groceries and left in a huff. I paid for my purchase and the cashier gave me a smile. Made my day.
Posted to Out and About, Overanalysis, Stupidity, Personal
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