rbella
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I woke up this morning, full of energy, ready to face the world!!
I put on my clothes, my face, grabbed my purse and said to myself, "It is time to face the beast. It is time to go grocery shopping."
Normally, when I go to Kroger, it is always a most annoying experience. People walking around in a daze as if no one else exists outside of their own little world, running into me with their damned carts or taking up half an aisle with their big-asses while they are bending over to stare at 15 different brands of vegetable oil debating which is the best. It is friggin' vegetable oil, just choose one. (For those of you offended by the term big-asses, I have one, so I can say that)
So, today was just annoying as always. I walk in and am immediately bombarded with some weird hippie singing some folks songs on a microphone at 8am (a little too early for me). Then, as I am perusing the produce, I pick up an apple and about 20 fall on the floor. Still, I persevere thinking it will get better. I go to the meat aisle and pick up a pot roast only to have it drip blood all over my entire body before my dumbass realizes it and I am sitting their covered in what is mostly likely raw mad-cow blood.
Finally, I take my blood soaked, pissed-off self to the register to check out. I assume they only have one staff member that is actually getting paid to work at 8am, otherwise the 5 other employees standing around having a grand old fucking time would have opened a register instead of letting me wait in line for 10 minutes.
So, I get to the register and I'm about the thank God that it is over when I notice that the cashier isn't looking to swell. She starts ringing up my groceries and literally throwing them down the counter to the sacker. Keep in mind, I'm the sacker because the other employees are having a gossip fest and I, the customer, would obviously be the better option to do the sacking. While she is launching my products to me at full throttle, she is also hacking up half a lung in the process. She stops, leans over and moans then throws her hands in the air and says "Jesus help me. I can't take it anymore."
Being the polite person that I am, I ask "Ummm. Are you alright?" and she says "No, I think I have the flu or strep throat and last night I was up all night puking. Your total is $87.50". I sat there dumbfounded. Was she joking? Did she seriously just tell me that, after coughing on every single item in my basket and then tossing them to me in what can only be described as a "touchdown pass"? I was already screwed. I had touched every item she hurled at me. WTF???? Why couldn't one of the healthy, "gossip girls" come and take over? I'm still pissed. And now, Mr. Rbella is scared of me and probably won't touch me for a day or two until we know if I'm "full of sick-ass germs" as he so kindly put it. He is a bit OCD.
Normally, when I go to Kroger, it is always a most annoying experience. People walking around in a daze as if no one else exists outside of their own little world, running into me with their damned carts or taking up half an aisle with their big-asses while they are bending over to stare at 15 different brands of vegetable oil debating which is the best. It is friggin' vegetable oil, just choose one. (For those of you offended by the term big-asses, I have one, so I can say that)
So, today was just annoying as always. I walk in and am immediately bombarded with some weird hippie singing some folks songs on a microphone at 8am (a little too early for me). Then, as I am perusing the produce, I pick up an apple and about 20 fall on the floor. Still, I persevere thinking it will get better. I go to the meat aisle and pick up a pot roast only to have it drip blood all over my entire body before my dumbass realizes it and I am sitting their covered in what is mostly likely raw mad-cow blood.
Finally, I take my blood soaked, pissed-off self to the register to check out. I assume they only have one staff member that is actually getting paid to work at 8am, otherwise the 5 other employees standing around having a grand old fucking time would have opened a register instead of letting me wait in line for 10 minutes.
So, I get to the register and I'm about the thank God that it is over when I notice that the cashier isn't looking to swell. She starts ringing up my groceries and literally throwing them down the counter to the sacker. Keep in mind, I'm the sacker because the other employees are having a gossip fest and I, the customer, would obviously be the better option to do the sacking. While she is launching my products to me at full throttle, she is also hacking up half a lung in the process. She stops, leans over and moans then throws her hands in the air and says "Jesus help me. I can't take it anymore."
Being the polite person that I am, I ask "Ummm. Are you alright?" and she says "No, I think I have the flu or strep throat and last night I was up all night puking. Your total is $87.50". I sat there dumbfounded. Was she joking? Did she seriously just tell me that, after coughing on every single item in my basket and then tossing them to me in what can only be described as a "touchdown pass"? I was already screwed. I had touched every item she hurled at me. WTF???? Why couldn't one of the healthy, "gossip girls" come and take over? I'm still pissed. And now, Mr. Rbella is scared of me and probably won't touch me for a day or two until we know if I'm "full of sick-ass germs" as he so kindly put it. He is a bit OCD.
