Oh god. I used to love grocery shopping, when I could go at odd hours when no one else was around. Now I'm forced to lump in with the post-work yuppie crowd, and it causes the FIST OF RAGE AND DEATH to flutter by my side, begging to be used.
Some stupid old bint wasted 10 minutes of my time because she kept handing an unactivated gift card to the cashier saying, "I don't understand how these things work," and he misunderstood and thought she was purchasing it. It took forever for her to say something coherent other than "I don't know, I don't understand how they work." I wanted to say, "If you're too dumb to understand the basic principles behind a declining-balance card, then get the hell out of line and find a different means of paying. In the mean time, if my ice cream is melted by the time I get home, YOU OWE ME A NEW HALF GALLON OF EDY'S ESPRESSO CHIP, you old BAT."
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Date: 2007-06-05 01:50 am (UTC)Some stupid old bint wasted 10 minutes of my time because she kept handing an unactivated gift card to the cashier saying, "I don't understand how these things work," and he misunderstood and thought she was purchasing it. It took forever for her to say something coherent other than "I don't know, I don't understand how they work." I wanted to say, "If you're too dumb to understand the basic principles behind a declining-balance card, then get the hell out of line and find a different means of paying. In the mean time, if my ice cream is melted by the time I get home, YOU OWE ME A NEW HALF GALLON OF EDY'S ESPRESSO CHIP, you old BAT."