I took the kids grocery shopping with me this morning. First of all, I've decided I am just not meant to shop at Wal-mart. The last 3 grocery shopping trips -- and I shop every 2 weeks -- it's been raining. And not just sprinkling, but downpours. I end up loading the groceries in the car with pouring rain and by the time we get home it has stopped.
Anyway. So we left the house around 10am this morning. I had wanted to leave earlier, but Addie didn't sleep in like I thought she would, so then after feeding her I tried to get her to go down for a nap -- because the night owl that she is stayed up until 10:30pm the night before and then woke up at 7am today. Grrr...Anyway. She wouldn't go down, so I decided just to get the shopping done, we'd go quickly, and she could sleep on the way home. I spent an hour at Wal-mart -- and that included looking at sandals for Tyler, trying them on, the whole bit. I then spent a 1/2 hour -- that's right 30 min. -- IN LINE TO CHECK OUT!!! I got into a line where I thought there were 2 ladies with 2 really full carts -- which wasn't really an issue because all the lines were long at that point. Come to find out there were 2 ladies, but 1 of them had
3 carts, and the other one had like 10 items in the bottom of the last cart. The first lady's total came to over
$500. I don't know what she bought -- mostly toiletries, so maybe she was stocking up -- anyway. It was a lot of stuff. Then, as I started to unload my groceries, I realized that I'd had this cashier before, and didn't really like her. It's really sad. I remember the cashiers I don't like, but never remember those I do like. This cashier is soooo slow. And it's not because she's meticulous or extra careful -- if that were the case, I'd get over it -- but it's because she TALKS. And not just to me -- she talked with the 1st 2 ladies in line while she rang up the thousands of items, and she talked to cashier in the aisle next to us! What?!?!?! I heard her tell the ladies in front of me about how her parents' basement always floods when it rains. It was while we were in line that we heard the first huge clap of thunder and the downpour that followed. "Oh, well, our basement's flooded now." By the time I got up to the front, the basement had gone from flooded to "the house is floating." And she had to share the same story with the cashier next to her as well as the parking lot guy who came in to help the 2 ladies with their 3 carts of stuff. By the time my stuff was checked, Addie had had it. She was tired. And she let everyone know she was tired. And yet, that cashier girl went SOOOO slow. I've had others who have seen I have upset children and they will try to speed up a little so we can get out of there faster. Not this girl. No, she was still trying to tell me about her parents' basement flooding. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! Anyway. I was polite and courteous and replied a little, but really just ignored her the rest of the time. I know we are all God's children, but that doesn't mean I have to like everyone, does it? I sure hope not -- cuz I'm in big trouble! Next time I will make sure to find out who the cashier is before I get in line!
And why is it that when people in this town get to a stop light they know is a short one, and there is a line of cars behind them, each one wanting to get through the light, that when the light turns green they go as slow as molasseses in Antarctica? Maybe it's because I learned to drive in the Chicago area that I'm a more impatient driver, or that I think of other drivers who want to get through the light, but it drives (no pun intended) me nuts the way drivers in our town drive! I also don't understand why they don't venture out into an intersection when they're turning left. Do they not realize that more people also want to get through the green light, and it courteous to pull out as far as possible so that others might get through the intersection -- even if the light is yellow? I guess I should be used to it. People in Cedar City did the same thing. Doesn't me I have to like it.