It was a rainy, dreary Friday, but I had errands to run and shopping to do. Little did I know I'd come home with two witnessed sucks and two witnessed WTFs.
Warning on suck #2 for some thinly (or not so) veiled racist comments and creepiness.
My first stop was Big Blue Discount Store. I normally try to avoid this store, but sometimes it can't be helped. So I'm heading down the aisle with the water, and from the opposite direction comes unsuspecting Big Blue employee with a cart full of restock items. In the middle of the aisle is an older woman in the store's motorized cart. You know, the one typically used by those who are disabled or elderly or those not able to walk around a giant store pushing a heavy cart? Except this woman has the cart parked diagonally across the aisle while she talks to another customer. This wouldn't be a big deal if it was at all possible to get by the motorized cart the way she is parked, but the aisle isn't wide enough to get my cart or the employee's cart around it. I could have gotten by maybe if I turned sideways sans cart, sucked in my stomach, and shimmied passed her. The woman blocking the aisle already had a couple jugs of water in her cart, so presumably the only reason she was hanging out, blocking things for everyone else, was to talk to this other customer. Big Blue employee politely asks the woman if she could please pull the cart forward and more to the side so we can get passed her. The woman turns, scowls at the employee, and yells as loud as possible, "I. AM. DISABLED!"
Um. Okay? That has what to do with anything? You drove the cart to this aisle one would presume you can continue to do so and get it out of the way.
Dumbfounded Big Blue employee took a step back and mumbled something that I think was "I'm sorry?" And the woman shouted again. "I. AM. DISABLED!"
Yes, okay, we assumed that because of the cart (and the cane you had propped next to you on it, and a few other things not relevant to this story), however that does not give you an excuse to be inconsiderate and block the aisle so no one else can get passed you. It also does not give you a pass to shout at someone who asked you nicely to move. I'm not sure what actually happened after that. I grabbed my jugs of nursery water and spun around to get the heck out of there, throwing a sympathetic glance at the poor unfortunate employee who stood stunned in the face of such random rudeness.
I moved on to my local grocery store, which was crazy busy for early on a Friday afternoon. Every lane had several people waiting in line so I just picked one that didn't look too bad and went with it. If only I had known what would befall me and the poor cashier, named R.
R, a young African-American woman, is wrapping up scanning the items of a middle-aged white guy. Yes, age and race are relevant. R gives the man his total and as he is pulling money out of his wallet he gives her this weird smile and asks if she's "ever lost a pick in that 'fro?" Uh, what?! Yes, R has what I have always known to be called an Afro hairstyle. I think it happens to look very nice on her, but what in the hell damn crap does that question have to do with paying for your groceries, not to mention the gross racist vibe R, I, and probably everyone else who heard you got in the pit of their stomach. If that wasn't bad enough, as R is nervously smiling and giving the jerkoff his change, he does this sort of awkward laugh and then tells her "you'd look cute with less crazy hair."
Wow, creeper dude, wow. Yeah it's totally appropriate to make creepy comments to a young woman, even more so when she is basically forced to be in your presence by virtue of the fact that you are a customer where she works. Yes, lean into her personal space when you say it. That makes it so much less disgusting. You can GTFO out now and please never come back. I had to apologize to her when I got up to pay because that was so creepy, rude, and infuriating. I hope I never see that guy again anywhere else around town.
(Same grocery store) As I'm waiting for my credit card payment to process, I glance over at the lane next to me and see a woman with three of those large, square reusable grocery bags. Except she is having the bagger put her groceries in plastic bags, and then put those plastic bags into her reusable bags.
*blinks in confusion*
Isn't the whole point of reusable bags that you don't use the store's plastic bags and you cut down on the number of plastic bags going in the trash? Or have I been doing it wrong?
(Still the same grocery store) I'm in the parking lot, putting my purchases in my car, when there is a loud metallic CLANG that rings across the entire lot. I stop and look around as do most of the other people outside the store. My eyes finally spy a red, shiny and new looking Toyota Camry backing up from one of the stop signs placed by the crosswalk space in the front of the store entrance. These stop signs are permanent, placed at the very end of the row of parking spaces to make people stop for crossings at the entrance and exit of the store. They have their poles covered up at least three feet in cement which is also painted bright yellow. They have been there for at least two or three years.
The Camry had apparently backed out of a nearby parking space and then tried to go around the end of the aisle. Except the drive missed rather terribly and drove the car straight into the cement pole, rattling the stop sign and alerting everyone to his/her screw up. I saw the car as it came in my direction and there was a perfectly curved dent right in the middle of the front of the car and it was nicely crunched in. I could not help laughing. I do not know how you misjudge a turn that badly, but thanks, Camry Driver, for capping off a wonderful two hours of running about. And yes, by all means floor it and speed excessively on your way through the parking lot. We all know the faster you drive and the more you squeal your tires when you pull out into the street, the faster we'll all forget how stupid you looked. ;)