i got to go to walmart the other day with out the boys. it was just me and katie, and so i had a rather somewhat pleasant experience UNTIL i got to the checkout line. hmmm...hi my name is vanessa and this is my story on how i would love to break up with walmart, but i can't.
got up to the checkout line, and i thought "SCORE!" the lanes all had only 2 people WOW. must be my lucky day, oh no no, no not so much, read on...i picked a lane because the lady in lane 3 had like 5 more items than the lady in lane 4 (kicking myself STILL!). i look at my watch, 5:30, good, half an hour till i need to be at the hospital for katie. so i sit there, and i sit there, and then i start to cue in the the lady that had 5 more items was done getting her stuff put in bags and was paying with her debit card. ooookay, i look at my lane, lady in front of me still reading the tabloids, lady at check out talking to ladies in the front, guess it was a mother and daughter, and they were reliving the experience of what a horrible person the younger of the two's mother in law was. i guess she never gives any presents to her son, and the only thing she's ever given to him was when he was born, a onesie...A ONESIE!!! looking over to the other lane...another guy (who would of been me had i chosen wisely) was getting his stuff scanned...okay ladies saying goodbye to "jerry" my checkout lady. at this point i start putting my stuff on the counter, at a veeeery slooooooow speed, all due to the fact that the woman was scanning things at such a slow rate, all i could do was hear the"beep" of the next checkout lady and how fast and efficient she was. at this point i look and i really want to be over in the next lane (look at my watch, oh my, 5:45!) i hate to be late, and i have NEVER been late to a doctors appointment, i'm the one who always makes it at least 10 minutes early. now i'm starting to HATE jerry. okay hates kind of harsh. but it gets to that point, read on...jerry looks at every single item in the nice lady reading the tabloids load. i'm starting to sweat, all my stuff finally gets on the counter, and i am PAINFULLY aware that the checkout #4 lady has yet again efficiently gotten everyone through, and she had a little bit of a lull, and was looking at a book. me twitching, i start contemplating to put everything back into my cart and going to efficient lady, but my "jerry" was done ringing up and it was now my turn! (YEAH!) 5:49, oh dear goodness. jerry starts checking out my stuff literally...she looks at it as she sloooowly scans it. i restrain with all my power not to jump over there myself and start checking things out 3x's as fast, i just sit there and twitch, and start looking around...i must look like i'm on something...someone approaches "hey jerry!" OH NO! WALK WAY SHE DOESNT NEED DISTRACTIONS!!! she PUTS down my item and and looks and smiles "hi bob!" don't know if that's his name dont care, starting to loath jerry for giving me so much anxiety. resumes checking me out, finally its all done my amount is given and i'm all done, all she has to do is give me my receipt, another lady approaches "hey jerry how are ya?" OH HE__ NO! in the MIDDLE of reaching for my receipt, she stops, and i would of left but her hand was on my last bag in the middle of giving it to me. i start to laugh out loud, yes i'm going crazy and it's because of jerry and my inability to be late anywhere. and i start to think "thanks jerry i get to blog about you!" after her and willomeena (not real name) finish their debate whether suzy was being sincere when she invited jerry over to her girls night, they say goodbyes i get my receipt and i'm pretty sure i need a shot of something to ease me! look at my watch and it's 5:56. why didn't i say something to her? i couldn't i don't know why, i'm not shy, but she was a nice lady, just a little too laid back to be my checker that day. so as much i feel like i'm in a horrible relationship with walmart and would love to break up with it, but i can't, for there are no other fish in the sea at this point. oh and i got to my appointment 2 minutes late, and my world didn't end.
got up to the checkout line, and i thought "SCORE!" the lanes all had only 2 people WOW. must be my lucky day, oh no no, no not so much, read on...i picked a lane because the lady in lane 3 had like 5 more items than the lady in lane 4 (kicking myself STILL!). i look at my watch, 5:30, good, half an hour till i need to be at the hospital for katie. so i sit there, and i sit there, and then i start to cue in the the lady that had 5 more items was done getting her stuff put in bags and was paying with her debit card. ooookay, i look at my lane, lady in front of me still reading the tabloids, lady at check out talking to ladies in the front, guess it was a mother and daughter, and they were reliving the experience of what a horrible person the younger of the two's mother in law was. i guess she never gives any presents to her son, and the only thing she's ever given to him was when he was born, a onesie...A ONESIE!!! looking over to the other lane...another guy (who would of been me had i chosen wisely) was getting his stuff scanned...okay ladies saying goodbye to "jerry" my checkout lady. at this point i start putting my stuff on the counter, at a veeeery slooooooow speed, all due to the fact that the woman was scanning things at such a slow rate, all i could do was hear the"beep" of the next checkout lady and how fast and efficient she was. at this point i look and i really want to be over in the next lane (look at my watch, oh my, 5:45!) i hate to be late, and i have NEVER been late to a doctors appointment, i'm the one who always makes it at least 10 minutes early. now i'm starting to HATE jerry. okay hates kind of harsh. but it gets to that point, read on...jerry looks at every single item in the nice lady reading the tabloids load. i'm starting to sweat, all my stuff finally gets on the counter, and i am PAINFULLY aware that the checkout #4 lady has yet again efficiently gotten everyone through, and she had a little bit of a lull, and was looking at a book. me twitching, i start contemplating to put everything back into my cart and going to efficient lady, but my "jerry" was done ringing up and it was now my turn! (YEAH!) 5:49, oh dear goodness. jerry starts checking out my stuff literally...she looks at it as she sloooowly scans it. i restrain with all my power not to jump over there myself and start checking things out 3x's as fast, i just sit there and twitch, and start looking around...i must look like i'm on something...someone approaches "hey jerry!" OH NO! WALK WAY SHE DOESNT NEED DISTRACTIONS!!! she PUTS down my item and and looks and smiles "hi bob!" don't know if that's his name dont care, starting to loath jerry for giving me so much anxiety. resumes checking me out, finally its all done my amount is given and i'm all done, all she has to do is give me my receipt, another lady approaches "hey jerry how are ya?" OH HE__ NO! in the MIDDLE of reaching for my receipt, she stops, and i would of left but her hand was on my last bag in the middle of giving it to me. i start to laugh out loud, yes i'm going crazy and it's because of jerry and my inability to be late anywhere. and i start to think "thanks jerry i get to blog about you!" after her and willomeena (not real name) finish their debate whether suzy was being sincere when she invited jerry over to her girls night, they say goodbyes i get my receipt and i'm pretty sure i need a shot of something to ease me! look at my watch and it's 5:56. why didn't i say something to her? i couldn't i don't know why, i'm not shy, but she was a nice lady, just a little too laid back to be my checker that day. so as much i feel like i'm in a horrible relationship with walmart and would love to break up with it, but i can't, for there are no other fish in the sea at this point. oh and i got to my appointment 2 minutes late, and my world didn't end.
6 comments:
Ack! I hate stuff like that! I hate being late, and I hate slow cashiers. Okay, maybe hate is too strong. ;) I'm glad you made it okay, and nothing really bad happened!
I was chuckling--have been there...and I too have not said anything. Well, at least MOST of the time. My husband would be SO humiliated if he knew about the times I DID say something... :)
I've said something...more than once. That has to be one of the most irritating things.
So how's Katie?
I started twitching just reading that! I really don't like wal-mart either, but I too can't cut ties. I like how you spend that whole post HATING Jerry and then at the end you very calmly write:
"but she was a nice lady, just a little too laid back to be my checker that day"
That's funny. Hope you're well girly! Cute doll too!! Do you have that pattern?
I read this yesterday morning before i went out to do my errands and honestly I was thinking of it the whole time I was gone. Went to one store and this customer in front of me in line bought a bunch of clothes. She had a coupon for $10.00 off on a bra and the new clerk just couldn't do the transaction right and the lady wanted the $1.25 credited back to her account. It took three tries.
Then I went to the bank to get Euros and there was this foreign speaking lady in tears because her account was seriously over $5,000 overdrawn and they would not give her cash for her her hand full of checks until they all cleared. They could not make her understand. I was the only one in line after her and when she started boohoo crying they brought me a chair. Hello, a chair in a bank line?? Our bank is trying to be very accommodating with a greeter, etc. The funny part was I was talking to the greeter for quite some time and then I went to the other end of the bank to use the ATM inside the building. When I came back 2 seconds later she says "Hello, how are you doing today?" like she had never seen me before in her life. Geesh! Get real with your job, lady!
So then I think, OK, I have to run by the LDS bookstore and pick up a couple of things so I can hurry up and go pay the gardener that is waiting for his $ at our house. I walk in and this lady that works there has a daughter that has just reconnected with Jen in blogger space and and she says, Hi, I just heard about your special little granddaughter from Julie. So then I talked with her about that for about 30 minutes and they didn't even have what I went in for. Arrgh! Just one of those things. It is just what happens out there in the world. If I could do everything from my computer...I would. I think we should just tack "mart" on the end of everywhere we have to go! Bankmart, grocerymart, and K-mart gets 2 marts... K-mart- mart...they are The Worst!
Sorry to post a blog post in your comments! You got me going!
I filled out a complaint about my "Jerry". She still works there, but I don't go in her line. She was mean to an older lady in front of me, then she was mean to me, and that was all it took for me to go report her after I hollered at her. My voice was shaking and my handwriting was terrible, but I made my point.
It's probably a good thing you don't live in KY. Everything is slow here. You can't go anywhere really quick. It just can't be done.
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