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The other night I ran to the small local grocery to pick up a few items. I had the small basket over my arm filled with maybe 6 items. There was only one lane open at that time of the evening and the only other customer checking out ran her full cart up to the lane so that she could check out ahead of me. Ok, whatever.

Naturally her bad behavior didn't stop there. She then began to argue the price of every third item or so that travelled across the scanner. Ok, so finally the last of her items were rung up and totalled to her satisfaction. The clerk upon hitting the total button informed her, "That's ninety-four sixty-two, please." Whereupon she pulled her checkbook out of her jeans pocket and asked for a pen. I wonder if I can even explain how much that bugs me.

I can't even quite comprehend the thought process behind doing that. Did she not think that she'd have to pay, maybe? I guess I could maybe see if you weren't sure if you'd pay cash or write a check, but being an avid debit card user, I just really don't see the justification for writing checks at all anyway. If I ever do find myself in a situation where I'm about to write a check, I certainly have as much of it filled out as I can. I don't know. I realize I'm a fairly impatient person but being that way makes me pretty aware of the fact that others may not be in the mood to wait for me too. Gah. I just can't wrap my mind around it.

Anyway. She finally got her check written out and the bagger asked her if she would like some help out with her bags. A pretty standard question to which she replies in a sour voice, "It's up to you." How is it up to him, lady? It's his job to ask but given that its zero degrees outside and you're not the most pleasant person, what do you think he'd decide if it really were up to him?

Well, that's one of my pet peeves; not having your check ready. All of the other unpleasantness is just extra bits of annoyance.
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