Well, this is a recurring theme in my life that doesn’t look like it’s going to end anytime soon. Can I ever just get into a perfect check-out lane? Apparently NOT ever!
Are we all reading the same signage here?!! I purposely got into this line because it’s the speedy lane—you know, the (insert # here) items or less lane! In this case, it’d be TWELVE (12). Let’s just spell it out AND put the numeric value there to make it clear to everyone!
And, of course, I have a couple of heavy milk jugs in my hands weighing me down. But, OH NO. I’m convinced the only reason the lane ain’t moving ‘expressly‘ is because ‘yours truly’ got into this line. Yeah, that’d be me. So let the fun begin!
I was clearly irritated because this is now no longer an express lane. And if I dare get outta line now, low and behold, I’ll end up in an even worse line. And since I now had plenty of time on my hands what do you think I did next? Oh, yeah, baby—count! By the time they were finished there were 31 items!
And, no, the cashier didn’t say anything to the offenders. Now, I’ve been in checkout lanes where the cashier will read you the riot act right and left and make you high-tail it outta line if she sees you have way too many items (and it’s amusing, to say the least—especially if the cashier’s inner thug comes out)—but that wasn’t the case here.
Now finally after an eternity—we’re gettin’ close, it’s almost my turn, YAY—well, don’t get too happy, girl! Now we gotta problem with the payment! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
So, if you have nothing else to do today, let’s all learn some basic reading and math skills. How ’bout it?
Take-Away Life Lesson: 31 – 12 = 19 for Pete’s sake!