I was at Safeway today. I've been cleaning out the fridge and pantry and am restocking before David comes home, and this was my restock stop. So keep in mind, I was buying more than one of each item (not that that should matter). I was in line with my cart of stuff and was pouting about how disappointing the produce was. I picked up an onion and my thumb went into it *shudder* :S. I loaded up my purchases, leaving the multiples of heavy things in the cart. Before she started scanning I let her know how many of each item I had. One of my multiple purchases was some wine. After the holidays we had made a dent in our wine rack and I was taking the opportunity to stock up. I had 12 bottles total in my cart. The checker says to me "That's some wine! That's like what my dad would buy and he was an alcoholic." I was thinking "What? Excuse me?" I looked at her and said "Thank you for comparing me to an alcoholic, and pretty much implying I am one. You know nothing about me. Maybe I'm stocking up for a party or a book club meeting. Instead you assume the worst." She looked taken aback and sort of tried to apologize. I looked at her, I probably had that cold pissed look I get when I have to deal with another crappy experience at the story, and said, "Thanks, don't worry, I have 12 bottles of wine to comfort me." This wasn't a checker I had seen before. I don't know if it was a new person, or if this was not a normal shift for her. At any rate, she only mildly ticked me off. I may have flustered her for the rest of the night. I think that's a win for me. Off to go drink one of my 12 bottles....
~Emily
2 comments:
That's my girl! Give 'em hell honey! :) :) /proud
I stand up for myself now :D
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