Good day, over all. Busy, that is usually a given. Went shopping with the oldest daughter after work this evening. She had a bit of extensive shopping to do..me...not so much. I was more there to give opinion on patio furniture for her and pick up some fresh veggies. We finally make it to the checkout. She goes first and as she is getting near the end of her transaction, I place my meager 8 produce items on the belt. As I do so a nicely dressed fellow and his young daughter come up behind me in line and lay their items on top of mine. Ok..he is probably in a hurry tending the child, not paying attention. So I just move my stuff up the belt. The cashier is checking me though and I move up to take my bag off the carousel. I turn back to pay the cashier and this fellow is almost right up against me. Really? I turned and he just looked me dead in the eyes. If this guy was any closer it might have been considered an intimate encounter. So I smile and say "Excuse me, I need to pay for my purchase." And he smiles back..but doesn't move. His little girl is now at our legs looking up between daddy and me. Ok...so I smile down at the little girl and just step back toward the middle of the bag carousel and turn to the cashier and ask for my total, I'll just pay from there. I'll just use cash so I won't need access to the debit reader... As I am digging in my purse for my cash, I can feel breath at my neck, literally..the guy moved on up right behind me again. If I move any further away from this register, I might be accused of attempting to leave with my items without paying for them.
I turn my head look back at the fellow with raised eyebrow and questioning glance now. He smiles, but never blinks looking straight at me. The cashier is just looking uncomfortably at him and then at me. I just move to the very end of the bag carousel and pay across it, get my change and go. I did not look back.
The people of Wally World are strange and sometimes rude....yes they are. I could have been an ass, myself, and refused to pay and move on until he moved back a decent amount of space and let me pay. This thought crossed my mind. But, I didn't. I just did what I had to do so I could just get out of there.
Does anyone have a modicum of manners anymore? The longer I live the more I wonder...
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