October 1, 2008
So Why Do I See 17 In Your Basket?
I’m sorry, but they call it the Express Queue for a reason – it’s designed specifically for people like me, who quickly nip in for the evening papers, perhaps a naughty doughnut, maybe a cheap bottle of wine or two in celebration of yet another Wednesday.
It’s NOT supposed to be for lazy mullet-wearing husbands and wives who can’t be bothered to stand in the regular queues, and then still have the chutspah to hold up all the other express customers because their son had to quickly waddle over to aisle 15 for the toilet paper they forgot.
They then want to get antsy with me when I politely point out the scientific impossibility that their full basket only contains 10 items, and make subtle enquiries as to their schooling and level of intelligence.
The wife will then threaten to “bliksem” me, not realising that I live with The Girlfriend, and am thus quite used to being beaten up by a woman half my size. Her husband and his mullet’s threat that I “watch myself” also falls on deaf ears, as it’s something I have done for years, and is quite enjoyable under the correct light and romantic setting.
The fact of the matter is that these people are breaking the rules, the same people who will then sit around a dinner table and proceed to moan about crime and the country’s various problems.
It starts with the little things.
Bringing 17 different items to a “10 item or less” queue is just not good enough – it’s like me parking in the disabled bay at Caprice, on the basis that I have a third nipple.
That’s not going to fly. Let’s all sort our shit out and stop breaking the rules.
Spot on actually. I don’t think I’ve ever not seen someone break this rule. Worse thing is the till operator just shrugs and let’s them get away with it.
It’s like those old toppies at the bank, bringing bags and bags of coins to the express teller when you just have one lousy cheque to deposit.
That grates my balls too. It should be the cashiers job to inform the customer that its an express queue and should scan just 10 items if the customer gets a nappy rash.
My favourite thing in the world is people who continue to shop once they get to the check out. They keep saying things like “oops, forgot the all gold” then disapearing for ages and arriving back with enough supplies to survive a nuclear fallout.
I can understand when you have forgotten something really important like loo paper, and you run at the speed of light to grab it, and you actually apologise to the rest of the que, thats OK, but doing your monthly grocery shop while we all wait behind you is UNACCEPTABLE, and makes me want to throw myself on the floor of Woolies and cry like a baby girl. In fact I’ve gotten cross just writing this
@Shane – Ja, the cashier kind of just shrugged off the whole thing, I think she was more concerned with reading her You magazine she strategically kept on her lap.
@Lauren – You and me both. In fact, in the past, I actually HAVE thrown myself on the floor of Woolies and cried like a baby girl.
It didn’t really work though, so I wouldn’t recommend it.
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