I Think Your Brain Got Abducted

I want to apologize, it has been really crazy between school, being involved in the Vagina Monologues, and a death at my school in the past few weeks. And my prayers are continuously with the family, friends, teammates, coaches, etc. of Krista Turnbull. Thank you.

A few weeks ago (at this point) on a Sunday, this lady comes in with her two girls, about seven and ten, roughly.  I ring up a box of cereal, and she goes “Isn’t that $2.99?” I look and it’s a smaller size than what she had. Before I even find another bagger (my bagger is kind of slow, no offense, but it would’ve taken him forever to get it.) She huffs off, under her breath to the customer behind her “I don’t want to leave my kids here” and goes gets the cereal, which is literally right near my register.

She comes back and tells her girls “Sorry girls, I didn’t want to leave you, but if you got abducted, it wouldn’t be my fault.”

WHAT?!?!

Excuse me?

First of all, if you had waited two seconds, I could’ve gotten somebody else to get you your damn cereal. Secondly, if you knew how to read, you would’ve grabbed the right box. Thirdly, your kids aren’t going to get abducted. Where the fuck did that come from? And finally, if you felt that this Stop and Shop is supposedly “unsafe” then why the fuck are you bringing your children here? And I think you’re kids are old and capable enough to be able to handle their own for a minute. Jeez, talk about overprotective. Give it a rest.

So she was rude to me the rest of the time, and then complained to a new manager that I just met that day. Great, way to go.

Her complaint? That I gave her an attitude, and she felt this store wasn’t safe because of the bad neighborhood. Okay, since when did East Longmeadow become a bad neighborhood? It’s an upperclass area first of all, and yea, we get the scumbags and whatnot of Springfield, so what? Doesn’t make them dangerous. And not all are scumbags. So whatever, I got “talked to”. Get over it.

If anyone was rude, it was her. I was trying to help;  she can get over herself. Whatever.

A couple of nights ago, I was ringing when two of my customers, back to back no lie, came in with cell phones and talked the entire time from start to finish. I was pissed.  Turn off your fucking phone, I don’t want to hear you bitch when your shit is rung up wrong because you aren’t paying attention. Two people back to back.

And as if I wasn’t already annoyed, this lady in the line behind me had the nerve to grab the bags next to me. I promptly move the bag thing closer so no one else would take them. Then she goes “Oh, she must be mad at me because I took her bags. Sorry.”

Why are you telling my other coworkers? Why don’t you politely come over and say I’m sorry. First of all, if you want to take bags you ask. Secondly, if you do that, one it’s rude because there are bags at your register. Use the bags at the register you’re at unless they ran out. Two, if you do that as well, if I suddenly turn around because I don’t expect people to be stealing my shit from behind me, and I hit you because I turned, it’s your own fucking stupidity.  I hope to hit a customer by accident because they are stupid enough to come up behind me.

Then two nights ago I had this older lady and her older daughter come in. Well, they had some bloody meat (which pisses me off, stick the fucking meat in a bag if it’s dripping, how do you not notice, and also, why would you pick a nasty piece of meat?) and she is like ew it’s dripping. (Well duh.) So I had to wipe my belts, apparently missed a spot so the bag of bread landed in some of the blood, which we wiped off. So I had two baggers at this point, and I’m waiting for her card to process. So we are all talking, Andy one  of the Deli workers is waiting to have his break food rung up and the guy behind him goes “Are we in business?”

I said “Yea, I’m just waiting for her card to go through” and the lady I’m processing goes in a nasty voice “There are other registers you could go through, I am paying right now. See, 13, 14, 15 …..” She takes her receipt and leaves, and I apologized to the man who she was being rude to. He was like “Would she shutup if I threw her a $100 bill?”

Like wow.  Seriously?

So last night, I had a really bad day, and to top it off, my can of soda I bring to work to save money somehow got punctured and blew up in my back pack. I went upstairs to clean up my backpack (so happy it didn’t land on anything important) but I had to buy a soda for my break.

Then this is what made my night.

An obvious (not quite out there, but noticeable) pregnant (underage) girl walks through my line with a pregnancy test. Hmm really? I’m sorry sweetie, how can you not notice that you are in fact PREGNANT? Don’t you look in the mirror once in awhile? Take a shower, wash yourself? The baby should probably be starting to kick at this point?

WOW.  I didn’t say anything but I was half tempted to tell her there was a free clinic she could go to to get tested, even though it was quite obvious. Also, I talked to one of my other coworkers, and apparently she was with a guy who used to work at our store, and quite.  She was telling someone else “Isn’t he hot?” So he is probably the child’s father. The worse part is, he is older than me, and I’m 23. I know she has to be no older than 16. Way to go. She looked about somewhere between 3-5 months along. Oy vey.

I will soon post some pics that I will comment on about signs in our store. One of them really pisses me off. When I can take a picture without being obvious, I will put them up.