Sorry, Fella ... Parking a Shopping Cart Doesn't Hold Your Place in Queue
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Not this time, Nancy
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Date: July 10, 2014 03:12PM
Hey, Nancy! Yeah. I'm talking at you. The guy that got upset with me for not honoring his 'come back' or 'dibs' or whatever it's called. Ha, Ha! (Again.)
That sense of entitlement that allows you to believe it's alright to park your shopping cart in the checkout line while you 'finish up' your shopping, doesn't work all the time. It'll work with the feebs all the time, who'll believe 'he just forgot something.' But I know you do it by design. Just like those who try to pass as many cars as they can ... after changing to the merge-lane, from the right travel-lane, in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Feebs will let you get away with such shenanigans. Self-respecting humans won't.
If no one is manning a cart in front of me in line, well that cart is going to be pushed out of the way. Like Kings-X!, Dibs!, Shotgun!, and other grade-school games, saving one's place with a marker only works in hopscotch.
Nancy, I passed you in several of the store's aisles before you chose to enter the checkout line. Like a true Kitten-Kommando shopper, you chose a queue which already had a full belt. This would give you time to complete your shopping, while having a headstart in the line. I watched you push that lady's goods forward on the belt, add a separator bar, and then load up the belt with your groceries. Tight. Right up the separator bar.
Then you centered your cart in the lane. And, poof! You flitted off to continue your shopping.
Having gone up and down another aisle, and seeing you still weren't back at your cart, I got in that very same queue. Just for fun. (I can always go back and get the rest of the stuff I wanted.)
I told the individual in front of me, a 'lo siento, no speaka' type of guy with a case of Coronas, to go ahead on. He shrugged, and didn't move.
Not being one to stand on ceremony, Nancy, I pulled your oh-so-carefully parked cart out of the way, and with a sweeping movement of my hand, motioned the swarthy guy to move forward. He looked left and then right, and then walked away!
So I moved forward, made some room on the belt for my groceries and prepared to checkout, which got me a talking-to about rudeness and 'saving a place in line.' Puh-leez! It's rude to pre-stage your shopping cart in line so you don't have to wait like every other customer ...
... leastwise unless you believe you're entitled to special treatment. If you want to shop that way, bring your life-mate with you next time. He can wait in line, and read a tabloid for free while he waits. And you can flit back and forth between the store's aisles and your cart to your heart's content.
BTW. The stuff you put on the belt?
You know.
To mark your spot?
I didn't mind pushing that out of the way.
I hope after you settled down, you checked those abandoned groceries carefully. The salad dressing that was on the belt ended up on the shelf behind the line. Actually, I hope you didn't notice the salad dressing was missing. You'll notice it when it's time to dress the salad.
Ha, ha!
TL;DR? Tough luck, dimwitted retard. You already read this.