Shop ‘Til You Drop…A Brick On Someone’s Head
Some shopping encounters over the last few weeks:
I was purchasing alcohol in a store and the cashier asked me, “How old are you?”
I said, “21.”
With a surprised look he responded, “Really? No you’re not.”
I asked, “Do you think I’m younger?”
He said, “No, older.”
I replied, “Then why are you asking me my age? Just sell me the booze.”
While exiting 7-11, I waited a few extra seconds to hold the door for a guy who was entering. Not only didn’t he thank me, he didn’t even acknowledge my existence in any way, as if I was the official 7-11 doorman and I might expect a tip if he looked at me.
Standing in line at a store, a guy said to me, “You’re freakishly tall.” I’m 5’10″, which is tall but it’s a good inch or two from “freakishly” tall. Then again, he’s hovering around that questionable mark for riding Space Mountain, so to him I probably do seem freakishly tall. But I can’t figure out why a guy so short would even make that comment. It’s like he was looking for a fight. I should have patted him on the head and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll probably sprout up once you hit puberty.”
I’m starting to understand the appeal of QVC.
Heyas, Jenee! Sorry haven’t commented in a long while. Welcome to the working week, I guess.
I think I would have just put my booze back and found a different store for that one. Sheesh. Am I just getting older and more bitter, or are people actually getting ruder? Ah well, Sir Thomas More suggested in the early 1500′s that Utopia would never be realized due to human nature and human nature seems to have pretty well proved his point ever since.
When my twins were infants and I also had a toddler in tow (yes, I’ve heard of birth control) I was struggling to get the double wide stroller and my 2+1/2 year old through non automatic doors at a mall. The door opened toward me so I had to pull the door, back the stroller up, hold the door while I pushed the stroller with the other hand while making my daughter hold onto the stroller handle so she wouldn’t wander away. Just as I got the door fully opened and was about to push the stroller some woman did a quick scoot around the stroller and walked out the door with not a glance, not a thank you, not even an acknowledgment that I was even there. It has been 20 years and I can still feel how irate and dumbfounded I was that anyone could be so rude.