Shit I Can't Believe I Deal With at Safeway: Express Lane Coupon Lady

Yes, it is again time to share another "Shit I can't Believe I Deal With at Safeway" story.  On this occasion I was just running into the store for a bag of ice.  I anticipated it would be a quick stop.  I walked into the store and got right into the express lane.  I was a little alarmed to see the store as busy as it was; there were several 'normal' lanes open with lines and there were two express lanes open, also with lines.  I got in the express lane that had the smaller line.  There were only three people ahead of me and thankfully they only had a few items each.  I was actually thinking how refreshing it was to be in a line where the people understood the concept of 12 items or less (or however many "or less" items it was).  Then all my patience and faith in my fellow shoppers was once again crushed by the inconsiderateness of one person.  Express Lane Coupon Lady ("ELCL").  

ELCL was in line with, I'm assuming, her husband.  They only had about 8 items.  First she told the checker she wanted plastic.  Than halfway through she told him she wanted paper, double-bagged.  To add to the fun, after almost every item she asked the checker if he had scanned in her Safeway club card, which he had done after he scanned in the first item.  After getting the club card and groceries scanned, and safely stowed in double-bagged paper bags she asked him two more times if he scanned in her club card.  He explained to her (for probably not the first time) how she could tell the card was scanned by looking at the screen.  She wasn't even listening to him at this point.  She turned away and starting digging in her purse.  I wasn't sure what she was doing, her wallet was sitting on the counter.  She finds what she was looking for. She whips out a coupon and says, "last time I was here you forgot to take this off and scan it."  He looked at the coupon for a minute and said, "I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not going to be able to help you with this" and he handed the coupon back.  "I'd like you to fix this, or let me speak to a manager" she said.

By this time the lines are starting to get even more backed up, there were at least eight people behind me. ELCL's husband looked around and urged his wife to drop it for now.  She told him to shut up.  The checker ducked out to speak with someone at customer service for a moment.  The checker came back and asks ELCL if she had her receipt with her.  She looked at him like he was an idiot and told him that it was from a week and a half ago and that she most certainly did not have it with her.  He politely told her he would need that in order to give her the credit because if he were to try to added it to her current transaction it wouldn't let him because she had not purchased the item this trip, so he would need to look up the transaction where she had made the purchase.  Bless this patient checker, he looked to see how backed up his lane was before turning to ELCL to apologize that he was unable to help her, that he was unable to do a search like that, and that she should speak to customer service.  ELCL was oblivious the the dark looks she was getting from the people in line behind her.  She got all snotty and said to the checker "I thought that's what the club card was for, so you could look up my past transactions."  It looked like the checker was just about out of patience.  The husband must have known because he was now trying to pull his wife away from the counter so the checker could take care of someone else (ME).  She thankfully relented, but grabbed at her purse in a manner that suggested she was not happy.  I purchased my ice and as I was leaving, noticed she was having a heated debate with the poor gal that was working customer service.

What a bitch.  Seriously, the coupon was for 30 cents.  I realize every little bit helps, and maybe they really needed that 30 cents... but she didn't have to be so rude and snarky about it.  And really, is the express lane the lane to do that in?  /end rant

Shit I Can't Believe I Deal With at Safeway: Wine Jerks

It's time for another installment of "shit I can't believe I deal with at Safeway."  Let me set this up for you.  It's Monday, around 4:40 pm.  I have finished work for the day and stop at the store at my way home.  It's sunny out, only a few clouds in the sky.  There is a nice breeze.  I have my list organized by isles (helps me be quick, and not forget items and I don't care if it makes me sound OCD), so I start on the fun side of the store.  The wine isle.

Our Safeway doesn't have a huge wine selection, and it's tucked in by the bakery/bread isle so it tends to get a little congested.  David and I have done our experimenting and have a good idea of what we like so when I go to buy wine I already know what I want and where it is.  Today was no different.  The store was busy, but not more so than usual.  I'll admit there were more kids and parents with that deer-in-the-headlights look that is not uncommon at the start of summer break.  

I get to the wine isle and I put my cart in what I hoped would be an out of the way spot (by some stale looking bread and ugly cookies).  I get my wine carriers unfolded and ready, and then head over to pull armfuls of wine from the shelf.  David and I have been enjoying the red wine lately, especially Ghost Pines Cabernet Sauvignon and 14 Hands Merlot (I know, it's a fucking Merlot...but don't judge me).  We've been buying those two for awhile now, so I knew where they were on the shelf.  

Blocking me from my precious wine are two people (Wine Jerks, henceforth called WJ) and their shopping cart.  

I stand there for a moment trying to be patient, hoping that they will see me looking anxiously at the wine and will politely move.  They are scrutinizing each bottle the pick up and wondering about how fruity or dry the wine will be.  They have a six pack in their cart with a few bottles of wine, all different.  They choose to ignore me.  Things are getting serious now.

WJ:  They are talking to one another  "Do you think this would be good on the patio before dinner?  Hmmm... that's a good question."

Me:  I am standing maybe an arms length away, looking like I really need to grab some wine 

WJ:  She pulls a bottle out of their wine carrier in the cart, "I'm still not sure about this one..." he has a bottle in each hand and is looking at each label like it will tell him a secret.

Me:  I'm starting to get fed up,  "Excuse me, can I get through and grab some wine?"  I gesture towards what I want, which is where their cart is parked.

WJ:  They both look at me as if I have asked them to leave the store immediately.  He responds,  "No, we are in the process of picking wine."

Me:  I am trying to process what he just said.  "I know what I want, it's right there... "I point at the Ghost Pines

WJ:  Still the guy, "We'll move when we are finished picking our wine!" and then he turns away from me and goes back to his slow deliberation.

Me:  I'm standing there completely gobsmacked.  They seriously wouldn't move aside even just a step?  "But I just need to get in right there... "  I again point at the Ghost Pines.

WJ:  They both look at me like I have horns (side note: if only I had horns...) He again responds, "We will move, when we are done."

So now I'm pissed.  I'm still standing there, not sure what to do.  I've never had someone say no they won't move.  The woman is down closer to the beginning of the isle and makes some excited noise about a bottle of wine.  The man takes a few steps over to meet her and inspect the bottle she is holding.  I rush in, grab all the Ghost Pines on the shelf and walk victoriously back to my cart.  There were only 2 bottles (I wanted more), so I had to go back and get some 14 Hands.  I went back and waited for another opportunity, but they were not budging so finally I just sort of pushed my way through and again snatched all the wine off the shelf.  I only got 3 bottles, I needed one more but I wasn't about to stand there and try to pick one.  So, I shot them several dirty looks and then I took my wine and went to another part of the store.  When I was done getting everything else I needed I went back to the wine section and got my last bottle (14 Hands table red or something like that).  Their cart was still there, but they were no where to be found.  I can only hope that the dirty looks I shot them as I stormed off incinerated them.

Don't get between a woman and her wine.  Seriously.  Don't.

~Emily

Oh How I Love My Hemi

So yesterday I was kind of grumpy.  It had been a busy day, which was fine, and I got out a little later than I meant to.  I had an errand to do on my way home so I was a little irked about being behind my own personal schedule.  Then, as I'm driving through town to my one stop, I seem destined to stop at every stop light.  

Every.

Stop light.

And, on top of it I was stuck behind a bus.  And everyone behind me was zooming around to get past the bus so there was no way I felt I could safely switch lanes.  I guess the one thing I can be thankful for is that my ass and/or genitals were not on fire like all the people whizzing past me.  

Despite the stop lights, and the bus, I make it to my destination.  I was in a bit of a mood, but my errand didn't go as slowly as it could have; they had everything I needed and I didn't have to wait in line as long as I am accustom to.  I found myself back in my car in no time.

I pull out on the main road and find myself stuck behind yet another incompetent driver.  I can tell almost as soon as I pull out that I'm going to be mad.  She was driving 10 under the speed limit. 

UGH!

People are already starting to zip past me.  I was done.  I saw a chance to move just as the car behind me did and I cut them off before they could get by me.  My revenge does not stop here.  Not only did I block that car from passing me.  I stopped that car from passing the slow car I was trying to get away from.  And it gets better.  Not only did I stop that one car, I stopped all the cars behind it.  I made sure I did not pass the slow woman, I was either along side her or just slightly ahead.  But this time, she's going almost half the speed limit.  

People other than me were pissed.  I was actually starting to feel pretty okay.

Then in my final act of giving all those people behind me a good "f--k you," at the the place in the road where it merges from two lanes down to one I waited until the last (douchey-est) moment possible, to use that beautiful Hemi engine my amazing husband made sure I had, to zipped around the slow lady in just a way that no one else could get around her.  I drove the rest of the way home (really only 2-3 minutes) the speed limit and with a huge evil grin on my face.

~Emily

Pharmacy Rage

This is something I feel probably 7 out of 10 times when I go to our pharmacy.

If by personal they mean waiting in line
only to be cut in front of repeatedly
until you are the only remaining
person who needs help then
yes I agree with this.

Die Cigarrettes

***I read through this post again before I went to hit post and thought I needed to make sure I made something very clear.  This post is in no way about any of my friends who smoke.  My friends are all aware, clean and thoughtful people and I just want to make it clear this is not about any of you!  Also, my friends don't feel the need to bathe in stinky perfume, so thank you for that too.***

*Punch*

Today is just one of those days I want to skip around and punch people.

I realize you are stressed about taxes being due, but if it was such a huge deal it seems like you would be calling me a day or two before your appointment with your accountant, not an HOUR before.  I mean, it's not like I'm working today.  I'm just sitting here waiting for any client to call with something for me to do.  *punch*

Why I Love Safeway...

Well, this is me making lemonade out of lemons.  Stupid stuff happens to me at the store (nothing bad David-just people not thinking before they speak) and the positive is it gives me something to come home and blog about!

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

Full Snark

So I guess I woke up in snark mode this morning.  Given the lack of sleep (thank you puppy for the strange face sniffs at 3 something this morning) and the fact that I'm always even more "off" when my David is out of town I shouldn't be terribly surprised.

So what set me off?  What gave my snark button a super good push?  I was at a grocery store getting some lunch today.  The store was busy, and they had several lanes open to accommodate the masses, including two express (12 items or less) lanes.  I had like 3 items so of course I head to one of the two express lanes.  The other lanes had some lines with very full carts, and my 30 minutes for lunch were quickly ticking away.  As I stand in line (and several people get in line behind me) I find I am not moving very quickly.  There were 4 people in front of me.  The woman at the check out was talking to the checker rather than writing the check to pay and get out of the way.  The person next in line was coughing and acting impatient, in hopes that the chatter would hurry and get along little doggie.  The hint gets taken, the check gets written and the next person is up.  This person had 12 items, and wanted to know the price for EACH item before it was scanned in.  Then, a pair of shoes caused a brain freeze and "should I, shouldn't I" was tossed back and forth.  The other express lane is also pretty packed, but they are actually moving.  I contemplate line jumping, but there were only two people in front of me now.  The shoes were put off to the side and the transaction was finally finished.  I am impatient, and anxious to get out.  I notice that the people in front of me have placed their items on the conveyer belt.  It looked like a lot of stuff, so I count the items.  Lets just say they both have more (quite more) than 12 items.  That really ticks me off.  The person checking out adds 3 gift certificates to their transaction, and kept changing their mind on the amounts.  As I'm standing there, getting really pissy about the number of items people have a cashier comes through our line to tell us we can go to the "self" check out.  Now, I say "self" because really you can't just go over there and use them any time, you still have to have help from a cashier.  So I don't really see how that is "self" check out.  It's more like supervised check out.  I don't pay what I pay for groceries to help pay for employees wages to do the work myself.  I nicely tell her I actually hate using those, that I'm in the 12 (said loudly) items or less line because I expect people to have 12 (again said loudly) items or less so things actually move along.  She walks away.  Now, the woman in front of me with her 22 items is being checked out and she is fighting about coupons and prices.  In my head I'm telling her to piss off and take it to a non-express lane and let the rest of us get back to work, in real life I'm willing my eyes to pierce the back of her head with laser beams.  She gets all huffy and says "never mind, just take those items off and I'll come back later."  When it was my turn the checker apologized for the wait.  All I said to him was "I remember the day when people were actually told they had too many items and were asked to move."  Yeah.  I felt old, but I did work at a grocery store and I did have to tell people that they had too may items for a lane (if that was true).  And we were nice about it.

So I am just fed up with people being inconsiderate.  I am not trying to give the impression that I think I'm more important than anyone else.  I am not counting each can of soda, or bottle or banana as a separate item.  I just don't understand why people are so selfish and can't read a simple sign and be courteous.  If the store is slow, and there are no lines I don't care where you go.  If the cashier is doing nothing and waves you over because you are waiting I don't care, that is different.  When the store is BUSY and the express lane has a line, look and see if it's your fault.  If you are being the express lane douche bag.  There.  I said it.  Strangely, I do feel better.
/end rant

~Emily

If It Comes Out of Your Dog...

it's your poop to pick up.  That should be LAW.  Well, it sort of is in our neighborhood rules.

So you are thinking "Whoa, where is this coming from?"  Well, let me tell you.

David and I are walking again and every morning I find myself having to dodge dog poop.  It's not just one random occurrence.  It's repeated and multiple.  Oh, and it's DISGUSTING.  I'm told by the rules in my CCR that I'm not supposed to let my cat out (and people are suppose to clean up after their dogs).  Puppy is strictly indoors.  She poops in a box that David or I clean.  She in no way poopulates the neighborhood.  Why is it no one else seems to follow these guidelines?  Really, I'm just tired of lazy people getting away with being lazy.  I'm tired of dodging poop.  People of Parkmeadow-If I see you with your dog, or I know who your dog is, and it poops without you picking it up I am going to say something.  That, or you will find a pile of poo on your porch....

end rant. ><

~Emily

You Say...

So I went into a business this afternoon to obtain and mother's day gift for my mom.  Since I have no clue what she wants/needs I was walking in with the intent to purchase a gift certificate so she could shop for whatever she wanted.  Easy, right?

So I walked in, went up to the counter and waited for service.  When asked "how can I help you?" I answered "I need a twenty-five dollar gift certificate."  The woman, we'll call her Betty, went to attend to my request.  From somewhere else within the business a woman says "You mean a gift card?"  My first thought was to wonder what concern it was of hers.  Betty looked confused.  I guess I should have said I entered this business expecting this to be an easy transaction and had little to no patience for stupidity as I had spent it all at work already.  I looked at Betty and said, "Seriously?  It's the same thing."  I believe Betty was in agreement because she was continuing to process my request.  The disembodied voice proceeded to explain the exact difference to me (one is a slip of paper, the other is a card.  The card is used like a credit card...).  I say to the voice, "It's the same thing, I'm quite happy to go elsewhere for a gift whatever if this is going to be a problem..."  Betty looks at me apologetically, finishes my request and I head out.  I don't understand what is wrong with people.  Betty knew what I was asking for.  It took every fiber of my being to not find the location of the voice and explain that talking to people like that is a HUGE turn off and if she doesn't care about how the business does then to continue on but if she does care to perhaps not make the customer feel stupid.  I don't think I'll be assisting that business any further after this mother's day.

Why can't things just be easy for once?

~Emily

What Does it Say About a Person...

when they are talking "dirty" to their dog?  Seriously.

So I get that to some people (probably lots of people), their pets are like their kids.  Not having any (kids) myself our cat has sort of filled that void (poor cat-she pleads for help daily).  What I saw today surpasses that and in my (crazy) opinion well crosses any sort of line in the human/pet relationship.

I was loading my groceries into my trunk this afternoon when I witnessed human/pet behavior that I just can't understand.  A woman came dashing from the store to her car.  She seemed to be empty handed.  She went first to the passenger side of the car and started talking to the dog sitting in the front seat.  It was a mangy nappy looking little thing, and I apologize but I have an extreme dislike for smallish yappy little doge that look like they are dirty nappy rugs.  She was saying things like "I'm here baby, I'm here my big boy."  This dog was not a big dog.  "We are gonna go home soon and you can give it to me big boy."  She was talking to this dog the same way some people come on to a member of the opposite sex.  It was really creepy.  Those are things I just don't think a woman should say to her dog, in any context.  Meanwhile the dog is totally freaking out and has probably peed with glee all over the passenger side of the car.  She went around to the driver side and got in, the dog got in her lap and she let it lick her mouth.  I had to get in my car and leave before I vomited in the parking lot.  I wasn't the only person who was close enough to hear that all.  I can't imagine talking to anyone or anything like that in a public place.  A small part of me died having seen that display.  I have to go take a shower now and wash off the creepy cooties. :(

~Emily

New Hobby?

So I learned something really interesting yesterday and I think it might have to become my new hobby.  I complain about a lot of things, but until now I have not had a way to get some sort of follow through.  So, I ask you my few readers, would you like to unite with me and take a stand?  Let me share my joy with you.

One of my pet peeves are people who smoke in their cars with the windows down and at the end fling their smoking butts out into the road.  I think it's disrespectful, and rude.  If they don't want their cigarette smoke around them when they are driving what makes them think I do?  But what can you do about it, short of rolling down your window and saying something to them which will only resort in a fight in varying levels.  You know anything from name calling to some form of road rage.  Well, my readers, you do have an option.  If they throw their smoking cigarette butt out the window it is an offense.  So what can you do?  Simple.  Call the local police, not the emergency line-they do not like that, and report the offense.  An officer will have to take the report.  You will have to sign it.  They will track down and server the offender and they will have to appear in court.  You will as well, but in my opinion it is worth it to take a stand.  When you make the report you need to know the license plate number, the location it happened (parking lot, street name and closest intersection) and it helps to know if the person is male or female.  They have to come and take your report, it is your right.

This is the same for drunk or erratic drivers, so if you witness or are a target in road rage you do have ways to fight back.  Given it's not right in that moment.  But I'm ok with it biting them in the butt after the fact.  So what am I saying?  I'm saying unite, take back our roads and make them cigarette butt free and maybe a little safer.  I'll go to court if it means maybe one more person things before chasing someone down or flipping that smoking butt out the window.  Spread the word and join me in some karma.

~Emily

I'm Not Asking For The Moon, Or Am I?

I pay for a service.  Ha ha!  That sounds almost dirty!  Let me rephrase that.  I pay for the "privilege" of playing an on-line massive multi-player blah blah blah (World of Warcraft).  I do this, for the opportunity to slay beasts with complete strangers, some of them being incredibly immature and obnoxious youth, and some of them being people I enjoy knowing on a pixel-basis.  I like being able to log in and either run around by myself, leveling a toon to the mighty level of 80 so I can do whatever level 80's do in their spare time, or with a group of pixel approved friends for a greater purpose.  This might be running instances for loots and fun, or doing dailies for to make money for all those most-have items.   Where am I going with this (besides sharing what an geek I can be)?

Well, for about the last maybe month, the game has been barely playable.  The lag has been intolerable.  When I kill a big fat ogre (I affectionately call them "fatties") I want to be able to immediately loot my treasure and move on to the next fattie.  That is the way of the game, and the way it normally is.  For the last few weeks things have not been like that.  For example, today it took me 40 minutes to log in.  I spent 20 minutes waiting for the character screen to come up, and then another 20 minutes at the loading screen.  Once I finally made it in, the game was still not playable.  There was a huge delay in interacting with the characters in the game-which made turning in quests, picking up quests or selling garbage in my bag impossible.  It's been like this every night I've tried to play for the last month.  Some nights you can patiently play through the lag.  Might I suggest a drinking game?  Every time you have to wait to loot take a drink.  Every time you have to wait to talk to an npc, take two drinks, etc. You get to the point where you really don't care about the lag, or playing for that matter.

But now to my point.  This is not the service I am paying for.  I am not paying to wait 40 minutes to log in. I'm not paying to sit and drink with my lap top while I attempt to play.  What completely blows my mind is that even though others complain, many many others, Blizzard Entertainment can't seem to be bothered with such trifle problems.  They blame my internet connection.  Yeah, nice try.  Try again.  I would be way less frustrated if they would acknowledge the instability of our server, and would even say that they are working on improving play-ability.  Oh, and it would be nice if they would credit my account at least a month of play time, for the month of un-play-ability.  Grrr.

~Emily

I hate SPAM

I am SOOO sick of these:
__________________________________________
From:  Ms.Hendrik Beuker
Subject:  UBS International Holdings BV (Business Proposal)
Date:  January 20, 2010 4:35:32 AM PST
To:  undisclosed-recipients:;
Reply-To:  hbeuker2010@aol.com


UBS International Holdings BV
Herengracht 600
NL-1017 CJ Amsterdam
www.ubs.com/investmentbank

Greetings,
I am an investment consultant working with UBS International Holdings BV in Amsterdam. I will be happy to work this deal out with you if you have a corporate or personal Bank Account and if you are capable to keep TOP SECRET. I need strong Assurance that you will never let me down, as I can arrange and provide you details/documentatal proof so that funds ($8.5million) will be transferred into your account as the next of kin to the late depositor whom you share same last name with. During one of our periodic auditing I discovered a dormant accounts with the said balance {Eight million Five Hundred Thousand Dollars only} this account has not been operated for the past years. As at this moment I am constrained to issue more details about this business until your response is received.  If you are not familiar with my Bank profile, please take a moment of your very busy schedules to read about my Bank website: (www.ubs.com/investmentbank) I look forward to hearing from you as soon as possible.  If you are interested kindly revert back with your C.V (Curriculum Vitae) which should include the underlisted:

1, Full name
2, Contact phone and fax numbers
3, Occupation
4, Age
5, Marital status
6, Contact address (office or home)

contact me only at hbeuker2010@aol.com or  click on reply and send me your response.

Thank you for your time and attention.
Warmest Regards,
Mr.Beuker Hendrik
Investment Consultant.
UBS.
______________________________________
I want to email these people back and ask them why they think I'm stupid.  Do they know me?  Are they looking at my test scores?  And, why isn't there a better way to combat stupid spam/scan/enhance your midlands emails?  There are really smart people out there (they don't get sucked into these stupid emails), why haven't they found some way to send some sort of nasty something or other back to the jerk sending out the crap? A girl can dream I guess.  If you have any good ideas on how to deal with these kinds of emails please share! :)


~ Emily

I Extremely Dislike Going to the Store (50% of the time)

Today was just a really stupid day at the store.  Maybe once a month I will have an experience t the grocery store that just makes me question, well, everything.

You've already read my post about the inbred crap hats that sexually harassed me at the store last month.  It wasn't something that personal this time, just a bunch of little things that added up to Emily having a serious case of the grrrrs.

Today I was only running in for a few things, including some roast beast sandwiches.  My first stop was the deli/sandwich area.  I ordered David's sandwich and that was all fine and dandy.  I order my sandwich and they don't have the bread I want.  They. Never. Have. The. Bread. I. Want.  (Seriously)   I don't understand how a STORE that has a BAKERY in it can run out of a popular bread at any time of day.  When I asked the gal making the sandwich this question she just looked at me like I was speaking in another language.  *sigh*

So I'm grumpy because I had to settle for a sandwich I really could have made at home only only to encounter the most wonderful people in the beer and cheese isle.  I seriously believe I went to the store the day all the Meth addicts decided to go.  There were several vapid, dirty, strung out looking people blocking the isle to stare mindlessly at the beer.  In my head I was pointing out to them that they were beyond the point of taste mattering and they should go for the pretty bottle.  Yeah.  That would have gone over well.  Instead I had to stand there sayind "excuse me" while they sort of made their way out of whatever fog they were in to realize I was asking them to MOVE.

It was like this just about every isle I went down-except the people varied.  The next isle is was the overwhelmed mom with like 4 out of control kids and she obviously didn't know what was going on, and really should have been in the store.  I think I almost came home with a strange child because one was trying to crawl into the bottom of my cart.  Is it really kidnapping if the kid wants to go home with you?  (I know... I'm just sayin...)

I finally became disgusted and just got in line before I was done.  In line, two people ahead of me was a woman who thought she was the coupon queen.  The queen proceeded to question and argue why she should be able to use all the coupons she was presenting the cashier.  I can honestly say, at that point, I understood what the cashier was thinking and was right there with her.  The woman in front of me joined the cashier and I when the queen accidentally dropped her envelope of coupons and they went everywhere and then she had some sort of panic attack.  The demon in me really wanted to hide one under my foot.  (And no, I didn't).

I hate the store.  I can say that I have been there at all times of the day and there is no good day or good time to go.  It is just one of those necessary evils.  All I can do is vent about it here.  Sorry.

~Emily

People Just Really Suck Sometimes...

Post to come later. :(

So this is still not the whole post, but my sister (last weekend, see how slow I am!) asked about this post and I feel like I need to offer up something other than more to come later.

So a few weeks ago now I was doing my weekly shopping at our local Safeway.  The store was moderately busy, there were only a few lanes open and there were at least 5 people waiting in each line.  This is not uncommon.  Back in the day when I was a checker at a grocery store we were supposed to call for additional checkers when there were two or more people waiting in line and there were less than 2 lanes open.  But whatever.  So I was minding my own business waiting in line.  Behind me was a group of... well, pigs (I'd call them men, but they were not of respectable conduct so pigs it is.).  There was the parental pig, and four piglets with him that could have been sons/friends/cousins/brothers or all of the above.  I really don't know how much I want to say about these pigs.  Typing this is just making me feel icky all over again-hence my delay in posting.  Basically, they were making inappropriate comments about my body, what was wrong with it and what they wanted to do to it if they had me alone.  I have never felt so dirty, degraded, self-conscience-all of those description words that mean feeling really really bad.  What did I do?  Probably the coward thing.  I did nothing except pretty much wish I could die.

So, I'll write more later.  It's just kind of one of those things... *sigh*

~Emily

New Sonic=Poor Execution

Sonic has come to Keizer, and they had their grand opening this weekend. While David and I were out and about today, we thought it might be a nice treat to stop in and get one of their ices (because I have never had one).

Our new Sonic has a funky entrance. You have to actually turn into the apartment complex next door to get to the driveway. So we do this, and are stopped before we even set tire in the Sonic parking lot by a young lad with a walkie-talkie. David rolls down his window to see what the hold up is. There are no cars, so we aren't sure why we can't just proceed on our merry way. The lad asks us if we want the patio or a stall. David tells him neither, we want the drive through. The lad makes a face indicating that this might be a problem. He turns slightly away from the window to talk into his walkie-talkie but we can still hear what is said. He says to walkie-talkie dude "Um, they want the drive through." We hear the walkie-talkie dude mumble something incoherent. David turns to give me his "what the heck" face. The lad turns back to the window and tells David to pull forward. Now we are turning into the driveway that leads us up into the actual parking lot. We have maybe the front bumper in the parking lot before we are stopped by a second lad with a walkie-talkie. He asks us the same question, and David gives him the same response. This lad also makes the same face that made it seem like we asked if we could go to the moon to place our order. He turns away from the window to address walkie-talkie dude. Mean while, David and I are getting irritated because now we can see that there are maybe three people on the patio, 3 cars in stalls and no one (NO ONE) in the drive way. We hear him say "They want the drive through." And we hear walkie-talkie dude give that a negative. Did I mention there is no one in the drive way and they aren't super busy? The lad turns to us and you can tell he has seen the look on David's face and does not want to repeat what walkie-talkie dude said. "Um, we're not taking anyone in the drive thru right now..." he sort of stammers. "Seriously?" David says. "There is no one there" he points out. The lad turns and looks, and can't seem to come up with a good defense. Meanwhile, David and I have pretty much decided they have lost our business and are going to just leave. The lad says "just go to the drive thru." David says "you know what, since it seems to be such a problem we'll just go somewhere else" and we leave.

I won't be giving Sonic any of my business. I've heard the food isn't that great, and it's not really stuff I want to be eating. So not only will I not eat their crap, but I also won't be supporting a business that can't seem to figure out how to treat their customers.

~Emily

Who Knew...

that our truck had super powers!  We were in the drive through at McDonalds this morning, we had just paid and were waiting to pull forward for our food when the car behind us hits us.  Thankfully momentum wasn't much, but the fact that he pulled forward into our truck.  He was driving some little four door piece of junk.  We were in our Dodge Ram 1500 (not this model, this is the new one, but this is the color and the make/model.).  We all got our food and pulled into parking spots.  They guy said he pulled forward because the gal was urging him to, and he didn't see our truck.  He.  Didn't.  See. Our.  Truck.  I guess the truck has the power of invisibility!  Thankfully the truck wasn't hurt, and I don't think his car was either.  I'm still amazed he hit us.  What an odd beginning to the day.

~Emily