This morning, we were low on our RO water supply. The rest of the crew were examining the backs of their eyelids. I grabbed three bottles and a handful of quarters to pay the water machine and set off.
The water machine worked well, and there were no other patrons or vagabonds for that matter. Once this task was accomplished, I decided that since the time for making a breakfast was fast being spent, I would just pick up a set of doughnuts and call it even. The only place open at this time of day was Big Box mart and I made my way there. The water machine was part of the way there, so it wasn’t too far out of my path. While there, I selected the doughnuts, thought mominbox would appreciate a banana, and noted some chicken fajita – it’s hard to go there for just one thing. That requires real dedication. Anyways, I thought the prices were decent, and all I had to do was get home to start the day. Only one more obstacle was in my way – the cash register. It’s not normally a problem at this time of day, and I checked the self-check to note that even though the light was on, the lane was closed. Oh well. Lane 12 by the cigarettes was open with a single checker present, and aid moving around the aisle, and a customer starting to put her wares on the belt. This customer was not a winner, but a contender for “people of walmart” fame. She had streaks of orange through her hair, stud in her nose, a halter top allowing two pockets – normally the breast area for others, (yes, these pockets were being utilized while we were standing there) Capri pants, and boots coming up to the calf and looking like they belonged in Alaska, not Texas. Oh, by the way, there was a BMI of about 35 made painfully obvious by how tight all of the outerwear was worn. (Maybe 38, but at that point, who’s counting) This specimen was taking care to note the clearance items and display the hose next to those boots. The third package of hose were rejected and then out came the shoes. The boots rang up higher than this specimen decided they were worth and argued that the sign present had them for about 1/2 of what was charged. They were removed, and the only other individual available in the front of the store was sent to verify whatever the price was on this treasure.
Other items were brought out of the cart as this specimen counted the warm body contact money being utilized for this transaction. It’s a wonder the cashier didn’t put on gloves. Anyways, this person stopped the scanning, paid for the items in the bags already, and left. Yes, left her cart, left the remainder of the items so carefully chosen, left the work of returning the to the shelves, left me with a cart to contend with on my approach to the register. The cashier stepped around the counter and said, “and they say the customer is always right. Not really.”
By the way, during this presentation of grace and politeness obviously learned by careful observation of her mentors, another customer stood behind me, observed for a few moments, and left. He decided the purchase was not worth his time and endurance. I showed up at work with my prize and announced that the effort expended made them much more valuable than the simple purchase price.