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Life in the, err.. slow lane
Sep. 16th, 2004 08:07 pmWe're having Nachoids for dinner, and couldn't find the taco seasoning mix (turned up in the refrigerator of all places) and Kiri needed a can of tomatoes, so off i go to the store.
Now I know a supermarket at this hour is going to be fairly busy with people like me picking up last-minute ingredients, after-work shoppers and the like, but since I had only two items, I'd be in the express lane, right?
I laugh bitterly.
The single express lane was staffed by a woman who redefined slow. Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item. Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item. Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item.
This was made worse by the fact that her grasp of numbers ran to the "1, 2, many" end of the spectrum. This is the only explanation for the stuffed shopping cart in the ten items or less lane.
Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item. Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item. Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item.
Finally, the huge load is finished, the next person steps up.. and the cashier just wanders away! For about five minutes! We're all standing there realizing that the regular lanes filled with families of nine doing their monthly shopping are moving faster than we are. Finally, she comes back and I get on my way..
Tomorrow, I'm calling the manager to complain.
Now I know a supermarket at this hour is going to be fairly busy with people like me picking up last-minute ingredients, after-work shoppers and the like, but since I had only two items, I'd be in the express lane, right?
I laugh bitterly.
The single express lane was staffed by a woman who redefined slow. Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item. Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item. Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item.
This was made worse by the fact that her grasp of numbers ran to the "1, 2, many" end of the spectrum. This is the only explanation for the stuffed shopping cart in the ten items or less lane.
Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item. Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item. Pick up an item. Peer at it to find the bar code. Look at the counter to confirm the laser is in fact still there. Scan the item.
Finally, the huge load is finished, the next person steps up.. and the cashier just wanders away! For about five minutes! We're all standing there realizing that the regular lanes filled with families of nine doing their monthly shopping are moving faster than we are. Finally, she comes back and I get on my way..
Tomorrow, I'm calling the manager to complain.
