A visit to the supermarket is usually a reasonably pleasant experience. We have been going to the same one for a number of years and have got a routine that includes coffee, a sandwich and a read of the paper before starting to shop.
With hubby and his OCD you can imagine that stacking out onto the conveyor belt is organised but with two of us it is not a long job. We have usually finished by the time the previous customer is moving off. Now normally, the cashier waits for everything to be stacked so that you can move you trolley to the other end to repack it into your bags.
On this particular day, we were still sorting out the last few items when we realised that she had started ringing our shopping up. We hurried with last few bits and got ourselves to the right end, scrabbling to get our bags out of the trolley. We are usually asked if we are OK with packing or do we need help. Obviously we say no we are fine but it is good to be asked.
There was nothing like that and our shopping was building into quite a pile as we tried to ‘catch up’. I mentioned that we needed things to be slower to which the reply came ‘When there’s two they usually like it to be fast’. The ‘they’ she was referring to was customers not the shop so I presumed she would now slow down as we clearly were not one of those ‘fast’ couples.
My presumption was in vain. She just carried on at the same pace. The egg box that hubby had so carefully checked was bundled down on its side, bananas heavily propelled towards tomatoes and I was just able to grab a bottle of wine that was about to wobble over. The whole experience was unpleasant and very stressful.
I’m not one for ‘formal’ complaints, preferring to come here and grumble to you Dear Reader but on this occasion I decided that I didn’t want anyone else to feel like I did. My heart was really thumping from anger and the exercise I had just under gone!
The supervisor was very apologetic but of course I have no idea if anything was said to the cashier. Interestingly she did ask hubby to pass on her apologies ‘if I have upset your wife. She may be going to complain’. If she knew she had why not apologize and SLOW DOWN with the shopping!This post is for the letter ‘I’ over at Jenny Matlock’s blog.