MOVE, you jerk!
This isn’t exactly a Christine the Curmudgeon supermarket rant, per se, as it took place at that fancy French department store, Tar-jhay. Target around here just has a small grocery section, but I know that there are other Targets elsewhere that have full service supermarkets. But I digress…
Anyhoo, I needed printer ink, and I decided to get it at Target, because it’s right next door to Shaw’s, where we were going Thanksgiving shopping. I know exactly what ink I need, I just wanted to pluck it off the rack, pay, and move along.
When I got to the aisle that contained the printer ink, I was pissed off to see some jerk blocking the way, in a BIG way. He had an empty shopping cart tat was positioned parallel to the ink display, and he was LEANING over said cart to look at the ink cartridges, obviously trying to find the kind he needed.
He also had three kids with him, all of who were also blocking the way, hanging onto that EMPTY cart as well. All of the “excuse me, pleases” did no good. Someone less restrained than I might well have placed an UGG Bailey booted foot squarely where the sun don’t shine, if you know what I mean!
The jerk was finally about to give up, and said that he could not find what he was looking for. It became obvious that the ink was for a printer that the kids used, as they started whining loudly about it. So the guy stayed there and looked some more, before finally giving up for good. He dragged his empty cart and three little whiny brats away.
If he had just been standing there looking, with no cart in the way, I could have easily gotten in, grabbed my inks, and went on my way. Once he left, it took me about two seconds to get what I needed. I spent a lot more time than was necessary in this store, most of it waiting for this guy to move. As I headed toward the register, I could still hear the brats whining over the lack of ink.
I swear, some people should NOT be allowed out in public!
