Food Shopping

[R. Richard]

I ran low on milk and bread and went down to the store to snag more of each. Since I only had two items I got in the "Speedy Checkout" line. Up at the front of the line some ass hole was taking about 10 minutes (watch timed) to buy two loaves of bread.

Finally Angie (store manager) walks over to see what is happening. Angie is about five feet tall and maybe 100 lbs. I went over to see if she needed help.

The slow checkout guy was an endomorph, about six foot six inches tall and had to be well over 300 lbs. [Endomorph is a scientific term that means fat slob.] He was in the process of asking Angie what she thought she was going to do when he spotted me. I am an average sized man. If I were a timberwolf, I would be a top of the line sized alpha male. Fat boy took one look at my face, finally paid for his bread and went outside where he might have to only deal with an average sized timberwolf.

What I am seeking here is the reason why some ass hole would take 10 to 15 minutes to buy two loaves of bread? There might be the makings of a story here!

[ 1. He was just a troublemaking ass hole.
2. He figured that he would be bigger than the store manager.
3. He wanted to find out what it would be like to be processed by a timberwolf, but chickened out.
4. There was no damn reason.
5. Other (please specify).]

TIA for your insightful response.

 

[Guest]

I ran low on milk and bread and went down to the store to snag more of each. Since I only had two items I got in the "Speedy Checkout" line. Up at the front of the line some ass hole was taking about 10 minutes (watch timed) to buy two loaves of bread.

Finally Angie (store manager) walks over to see what is happening. Angie is about five feet tall and maybe 100 lbs. I went over to see if she needed help.

The slow checkout guy was an endomorph, about six foot six inches tall and had to be well over 300 lbs. [Endomorph is a scientific term that means fat slob.] He was in the process of asking Angie what she thought she was going to do when he spotted me. I am an average sized man. If I were a timberwolf, I would be a top of the line sized alpha male. Fat boy took one look at my face, finally paid for his bread and went outside where he might have to only deal with an average sized timberwolf.

What I am seeking here is the reason why some ass hole would take 10 to 15 minutes to buy two loaves of bread? There might be the makings of a story here!

[ 1. He was just a troublemaking ass hole.
2. He figured that he would be bigger than the store manager.
3. He wanted to find out what it would be like to be processed by a timberwolf, but chickened out.
4. There was no damn reason.
5. Other (please specify).]

TIA for your insightful response.

Some people figure if they are a pain in the ass long enough the store will give them a discount just to get rid of them.

 

[neonlyte]

My guess is that he gave the till clerk exactly the right money and she couldn't count it correctly - I've lost count of the number of times that has happened when all l'm trying to do is speed up the process.

Here (Portugal) hardly anyone carries cash, everything down to 1 euro is paid for by card, so they have to fumble for their wallets, search for a card, try and remember the right number, wait for it to be processed....

I buy my stuff in the market where one old lady still uses a slate and a rusty nail, she never adds up right but it balances out over time.

Second guess, he was making sure he got equal slices in each loaf.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Maybe he was mentally retarded. .

I've got to say though, R, that for a guy who espouses peace, you seem to throw your weight around and use physical threat more than just about anyone I'd ever met. You do it in your stories and you apparently do it in real life. My sympathies are with the fat slob.

---dr.M.

 

[cantdog]

I was in line at the Natural Dying Center and watched a fluffy headed person become totally confused about the change due on an order. The customer was attempting to return the extra money and could not make the girl comprehend what had gone on. I won't bore you with the details, but it was very sad. It took time. It took lots of time. People can't do simple subtraction any more, but graduate high school anyway and become hired to run checkouts.

 

[Joe Wordsworth]

From the other side of the fence:

I was in line, once, at a market. I was buying some steaks for dinner and the checkout lady was checking me out. There was a line, but everything was cool. She ran my card, which didn't work 'cause the strip was scratched up. So she punches it in... messes up the number... and again... and again. The lady was tired, and I didn't mind. Finally, she does it right and we wait for the processing.

At that point, some jerkoff yells from three people back "Can you hurry it up?" and starts scowling at me. So, I make a show of it...

I pull off my coat and slam it into the basket, crack my neck, do the chest puffing out "look at me being 230lbs and ripped like you'll never be" thing that I admit I like doing and walk over. I get about four inches from him and look right down at him (he was maybe 6' tall--I'm 6'6") and do the "flexin' the pecs" and ask "What?"

He went all computer geek on me and started backpeddling and stammering out "N-n-nuthin'".

It was a great day. I admit to a great pleasure in scaring people. I do. I wouldn't work out so hard, if I didn't get /some/ joy out of the results. Ridiculously immature, and I wasn't even angry. I'm still young, dumb, and full o'... yeah.

 

[English Lady]

Maybe he was arguing over the price? thought they should be reduced or something.

I was acheckout girl for a while. Never had a queue go bad on me though I did once work on a Sunday (not my thing. did it under duress) but never again! My Lord it was madness and every customer Iserved was grumpy.

I adored wednesday mornings when all the OAP's came in to do there shopping. Aww They were so sweet.


Joe..now you're just boasting...or teasing....possibly both

 

[Joe Wordsworth]

Joe..now you're just boasting...or teasing....possibly both

Oh... yeah, maybe a little boasting. To balance it out, being a boxer I thought I could wrangle an MMA guy half my size, once. I got owned. Two ribs, loosened a tooth, he broke my ankle and wrist. That was a bad day.

 

[English Lady]

Oh... yeah, maybe a little boasting. To balance it out, being a boxer I thought I could wrangle an MMA guy half my size, once. I got owned. Two ribs, loosened a tooth, he broke my ankle and wrist. That was a bad day.

Ouch!

 

[Joe Wordsworth]

Ouch!

Yeah. I still limp a little on my left leg when I've had a long day or get through with a run.

 

[English Lady]

I bet...I've only broken my elbow and my wrist. Both of which kill if I over use'em. The wrist is worse as I totally scrunched up the bones there. Had to have 2 metal pins inserted to fix'em.


(sorry R.Richard...gone a ibto ff at a tangent here *L*)

 

[Guest]

From the other side of the fence:

I was in line, once, at a market. I was buying some steaks for dinner and the checkout lady was checking me out. There was a line, but everything was cool. She ran my card, which didn't work 'cause the strip was scratched up. So she punches it in... messes up the number... and again... and again. The lady was tired, and I didn't mind. Finally, she does it right and we wait for the processing.

At that point, some jerkoff yells from three people back "Can you hurry it up?" and starts scowling at me. So, I make a show of it...

I pull off my coat and slam it into the basket, crack my neck, do the chest puffing out "look at me being 230lbs and ripped like you'll never be" thing that I admit I like doing and walk over. I get about four inches from him and look right down at him (he was maybe 6' tall--I'm 6'6") and do the "flexin' the pecs" and ask "What?"

He went all computer geek on me and started backpeddling and stammering out "N-n-nuthin'".

It was a great day. I admit to a great pleasure in scaring people. I do. I wouldn't work out so hard, if I didn't get /some/ joy out of the results. Ridiculously immature, and I wasn't even angry. I'm still young, dumb, and full o'... yeah.

ROFPMSL!!!!!​

Joe, you fuckin' crack me up.

 

[R. Richard]

Maybe he was mentally retarded. .

I've got to say though, R, that for a guy who espouses peace, you seem to throw your weight around and use physical threat more than just about anyone I'd ever met. You do it in your stories and you apparently do it in real life. My sympathies are with the fat slob.

---dr.M.

It seems so many are mentally retarded any more.

As to the fat slob. I stepped in when he physically threatened a woman who was probably not a third his size. I hope that I will always step into such circumstances.

As to my stories, I grew up (or whatever I did) in an inner city environment where I was known as "The Whi' Kid." It was sufficient to identify me. Since I am of average size it was necessary for me to defend myself everytime some new "heavy hittin' stud" moved into the area. After quite a bit of time, the locals used to counsel newcomers not to mess with The Whi' Kid. It made my life a lot safer and made the lives (such as they were) of newcomers a whole lot safer. If my persona offends you, I am sorry, but it was a matter of survival.