I’m not a violent person but I morph into someone
else when I hit the checkout at Wal-Mart. Today I purchased a few things for Easter, okay so maybe it was A LOT of things but that shouldn’t matter. As the clerk was scanning the items I noticed her name tag said ‘Dinah’ and I couldn’t help but wonder if she had a horn. Then she made the comment, “you must be having the grandkids over for Easter.” I could feel my cheeks starting to burn and I replied, “no, just the kids.”
She said, “The kids and their kids, it should be a great time. Hopefully the weather is nice.” Now I’m well aware that I am old enough to have grandchildren but I don’t, I just have little kids. My husband and I made a decision early on to wait until we had decent jobs and enough money to provide a good life for our children before we had any. I think that was a fantastic decision and I don’t regret waiting at all. But she called me a grandma and that pissed me off. I stood there in silence and after paying she handed me the receipt.
“Here is your VERY long receipt and at the bottom you will notice a survey. When you get to the comment section you should write that our store should have a better area for carts. Tell them it
makes you mad when you have to use a cart that is wet from rain or snow. It takes a long time for us to dry them off; it would make my job a lot easier if
we had a cart storage area. That’s one of the things I hate about this store. I would really appreciate it if you would write that. If everyone fills out the
survey maybe we can get this problem fixed. You have a nice day now.”
Well Dinah, if I thought filling out the survey would do any good I would be filling them out weekly. I would be addressing the issues regarding the lack of manners that the cashiers have and I would be suggesting that they each attend an etiquette class that includes a special section of how to tell if a person is a grandma or not! I’m glad you have to clean off wet carts; it’s your punishment for being rude. Consider yourself lucky that I have to load
these groceries into my car now otherwise I might just stick around and kick your ass and prove to you that I’m not a Grandma. Because when I’m old enough
to be a REAL Grandma, I’ll be too old to kick your ass!
Have a wonderful day passengers, get out there and kick some ass : )