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An encounter at Safeway.
I just had an extremely frustrating encounter at Safeway.
First off, I decided to stop there on the way home to restock the larder(either that or order out/eat PBJ). I pull into a cashier lane and I notice that this little Indian woman in front of me has only ten cans or so. She looks at me, strings out her cans so they occupy the entire conveyor belt, and puts the little "customer separator bar" at the end, then glares at me.
I note that every single one of her cans is sauerkraut for some reason.
So the burnout at the register seems to take forever and a day to run the cans over the barcode reader, and the little Indian woman twitches her elbow a few times as if she's going to spread the cans out as they go, but she doesn't. I get my stuff onto the belt. Indian lady pays and leave.
Cashier: *mumbles* Hi how you doing
Me: Adequate.
The cashier kinda stops and looks at me for a moment and he goes:
"Hey did you go to Robinson?"
Me: Yep
Him: Oh yeah Butcher! It's me Jason!
I haven't a damn clue who he is, but this isn't the first time I've ran into people years after the fact. They normally recognized me rather than the other way around because I have a distinctive speech impediment.
Him: "So what you've been up to?" (like we are long lost buddies)
Me: Well, I went to Texas A&M for a bit, then joined the Navy. After I got out-
Him: Oh! I was in the navy too!
Me: Yeah? What was your rate?
Him:
(which pretty much confirms to me that he wasn't in the navy)
Me: Uh, your job?
Him: I was a SEAL!
Me: Okay...*now wondering when he'll hurry up so I can go home*
Him: Dude, you've gotten Fat!
Me: Well, that's a fair call. *looks at watch*
Him: Looks like you've made some bad liiiiiiife choices!
Me: Look, you're just some guy at Safeway. Can you hurry it up? I have a real job and am very tired.
Him: Sure thing! *No kidding, he almost sang that*
I considered filing a complaint with the manager, but I was tired, wanted to go home, and either he would get fired on his own or not all. I guess I should feel sorry for him and the way he turned out, but I don't.
And I still don't have a damn clue who he is.
First off, I decided to stop there on the way home to restock the larder(either that or order out/eat PBJ). I pull into a cashier lane and I notice that this little Indian woman in front of me has only ten cans or so. She looks at me, strings out her cans so they occupy the entire conveyor belt, and puts the little "customer separator bar" at the end, then glares at me.
I note that every single one of her cans is sauerkraut for some reason.
So the burnout at the register seems to take forever and a day to run the cans over the barcode reader, and the little Indian woman twitches her elbow a few times as if she's going to spread the cans out as they go, but she doesn't. I get my stuff onto the belt. Indian lady pays and leave.
Cashier: *mumbles* Hi how you doing
Me: Adequate.
The cashier kinda stops and looks at me for a moment and he goes:
"Hey did you go to Robinson?"
Me: Yep
Him: Oh yeah Butcher! It's me Jason!
I haven't a damn clue who he is, but this isn't the first time I've ran into people years after the fact. They normally recognized me rather than the other way around because I have a distinctive speech impediment.
Him: "So what you've been up to?" (like we are long lost buddies)
Me: Well, I went to Texas A&M for a bit, then joined the Navy. After I got out-
Him: Oh! I was in the navy too!
Me: Yeah? What was your rate?
Him:
(which pretty much confirms to me that he wasn't in the navy)
Me: Uh, your job?
Him: I was a SEAL!
Me: Okay...*now wondering when he'll hurry up so I can go home*
Him: Dude, you've gotten Fat!
Me: Well, that's a fair call. *looks at watch*
Him: Looks like you've made some bad liiiiiiife choices!
Me: Look, you're just some guy at Safeway. Can you hurry it up? I have a real job and am very tired.
Him: Sure thing! *No kidding, he almost sang that*
I considered filing a complaint with the manager, but I was tired, wanted to go home, and either he would get fired on his own or not all. I guess I should feel sorry for him and the way he turned out, but I don't.
And I still don't have a damn clue who he is.
At the customer in front of you. That's hilarious.
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