Idiot Retail Day

We shopped for groceries yesterday at a store located in the very UPPY side of town. Even a lot of the employee parking lot is loaded with Lexus, BMW, etc. As we were checking out, I'd put a divider behind my items so that the person behind me could put his things on the belt after mine moved up. (Notice I say AFTER mine moved up....they hadn't yet.) I guess the old guy behind me was too important to wait until the cashier could make some headway into my considerable order; he used the bar and started pushing my items forward, smashing bread and other items together. I know from experience that saying anything to crotchety jerkwads of this vintage doesn't do any good, so I placed my hand just in front of the bar so he couldn't push it any more; I leaned over like I was just resting my weight over on my hand and waiting for the cashier. They usually don't know what to do if you pretend like you have no idea they are being annoying. In this case it was also true! I had a couple of bags of cat food on the belt, that had become bread-smashing devices thanks to this jerk. He asked me in a very grouchy and pissed off voice, "Treats for the cats?!?" I pretended that I hadn't even noticed he was back there and asked, 'I'm sorry, what?" He repeated his question in the same drippingly annoyed voice; I cheerfully said, "Oh no, we top our salads with that. We love the crunch." He stood there staring at me with a look on his face that indicated maybe he had soiled pants. It was priceless! He didn't get any happier when I whipped out vast stashes of coupons and paid with one-dollar bills, but at least he stopped trying to make pancakes out of our bread.

Later we stopped by PetCo. As we approached the checkout, the girl at the counter decided she had to do something else and told a kid to check us out. He looked like a 6 ft. tall ten year old! And didn't act much better. He was clearly annoyed that he had to work; and let us know it in the way he slammed our items about and punched the keys to log into the register. Then he said to us, "HOLA!" I peeked over at hubby, who was similarly irritated at this kid's lack of professional conduct. Apparently Kid Boy expected an answer to his 'greeting', as he stopped what he was doing and leaned forward a bit and said more slowly, and loudly, "HO-LA!" What, do you think we are hard of hearing?! I said, "What?" just because I couldn't believe he was so simpleminded. He said, "I said HOLA!" I asked him, "Do I look Mexican to you?" Really, what else can you say, when you WANT to tell him what an idiot he is?!?! He jerked his head back like he'd been slapped! (Oh to dream!) I told hubby, "You know, I'm so white that no one has ever mistaken me for any other nationality, but I guess it can happen." KidBoy shoved our sack across the counter, stuffed the receipt in the bag, and didn't even say THANK YOU (or is that gracias??) for our business. Unfortunately we did not get a survey on our receipt, that would have been one INTERESTING survey for the honchos at PetCo to get.