Taza Tikha
07-01-2005, 03:31 PM
I just came from a very ill-timed trip to Trader Joes. Every lane that was open had lines reaching back into the aisles. All I had was ice cream, so I picked what I thought would be the fastest-moving line--three people in front of me, each with full carts.
I waited while my carton got smushier and my hands wetter and colder (since I thought I was going to be in and out, I didn't bother with a basket). Finally the woman in front of me was up. She looked at me, looked at my melting ice cream, smiled, and proceeded to unload her cart. I waited not-so-patiently while she sent her daughter back to get something she forgot. Finally it was my turn, and I must have had death-look on my face because the checkout guy didn't even bother with pleasantries, just rang my ice cream up as fast as he could.
I like to think I'm not a prima donna, but isn't it common courtesy to let someone ahead of you if that person has just one or two items and you have a cart-full? I'm sure it's not written in any etiquette book anywhere, but it's something I've always done and it's something I've often been the recipient of.
I'm in a bad mood because after a lovely half-day of doing nothing at work, I almost got into two accidents coming home. First one was a guy yapping on the phone who kept trying to switch lines while my car was where he wanted to be. Second one was a guy who was doing a U-turn while traffic (and my car leading the way) was barreling down at him. I leaned on the horn, slammed on my brakes, and prayed that the people behind me could stop as quickly. And the guy just STOPPED in the road, like a deer caught in headlights. I mean, I have no problem if you want to get t-boned at 50mph--I'd just prefer that my car not have the honor of doing it.
As long as I'm talking about traffic, WHY can't people around here use the on-ramp to accelerate to highway speed? Not that I don't love trying to merge into traffic moving at twice my speed, and not that I don't mind that I don't have a zippy little sports car that can go from 0 to 60 in 2 seconds...it keeps me on my toes. Um, yeah.
I guess this was more than a little rant. Oh well, now that I've cartharsiated, I can enjoy the holiday weekend.
I waited while my carton got smushier and my hands wetter and colder (since I thought I was going to be in and out, I didn't bother with a basket). Finally the woman in front of me was up. She looked at me, looked at my melting ice cream, smiled, and proceeded to unload her cart. I waited not-so-patiently while she sent her daughter back to get something she forgot. Finally it was my turn, and I must have had death-look on my face because the checkout guy didn't even bother with pleasantries, just rang my ice cream up as fast as he could.
I like to think I'm not a prima donna, but isn't it common courtesy to let someone ahead of you if that person has just one or two items and you have a cart-full? I'm sure it's not written in any etiquette book anywhere, but it's something I've always done and it's something I've often been the recipient of.
I'm in a bad mood because after a lovely half-day of doing nothing at work, I almost got into two accidents coming home. First one was a guy yapping on the phone who kept trying to switch lines while my car was where he wanted to be. Second one was a guy who was doing a U-turn while traffic (and my car leading the way) was barreling down at him. I leaned on the horn, slammed on my brakes, and prayed that the people behind me could stop as quickly. And the guy just STOPPED in the road, like a deer caught in headlights. I mean, I have no problem if you want to get t-boned at 50mph--I'd just prefer that my car not have the honor of doing it.
As long as I'm talking about traffic, WHY can't people around here use the on-ramp to accelerate to highway speed? Not that I don't love trying to merge into traffic moving at twice my speed, and not that I don't mind that I don't have a zippy little sports car that can go from 0 to 60 in 2 seconds...it keeps me on my toes. Um, yeah.
I guess this was more than a little rant. Oh well, now that I've cartharsiated, I can enjoy the holiday weekend.