I was at the store yesterday. I went to pick up some deli meat and cheese, for lunch. At the deli counter, after waiting for three people, I get skipped (on purpose) by the deli lady so she can help some old woman. This pisses me off. A lot.
So, I get up to the Self Check Out, and there's a line. Why? Because some dumb chick has a cart full of crap in the 10 items or less Self Check Out, and when she can't balance them on the scale, she moves her bags back into the cart. After enduring "Please place the item back in the bag" fifty times, she asks the attendant, who tells her how the scale works. More of my time wasted, you see. At this point, I'm ready to take someone's head.
The next lady wanted to pay with a check. [Doctor Cox] My god, newbie, who pays for anything with checks anymore?
Meanwhile, I reach the head of the line at the Self Check Out. Finally, a middle aged woman swipes her card, grabs her bags and turns to leave. I step up, drop my basket, and prepare to "press here to start," when she turns and says, "Oh, I forgot something," and points to an abandoned 2-liter of coke next to my basket. "Can you let me pay for that? I'll be two seconds. Thanks."
"No. I'm next. You can't cut in line. If you really want it, either shoplift it, or..." I point to the line of people where I had just been, "...get back in line."
At this point, I'm on the receiving end of a look of death (you know, narrowed eyes, pursed lips, slow but forceful exhale, narrow shaking of the head), so I say, "It's not my fault that you're forgetful," and press the start button.
Without a word, she grabs her bags, leaves the 2-liter and walks out without a word.
I'm such a bastard.