Setting the cat
amongst the pigeons
Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: United Kingdom
Sort of a follow on from the ATM rant, but here goes. Whenever, and wherever, I have to queue I always end up in the slowest one. Supermarkets, for example. Every till can be 3 people deep, but I spy at the end of the ailse a till with one person on it.
Great, I think, so I load my shopping on the belt only to find that the person being served has forgot to pick up some cous-cous, so a call goes out and some cous-cous is collected for them, but then it's not the right cous-cous. It has to have been farmed by rainforest alliance, fairtrade yaks, fed on organic dandelions, so off they go again. Then when told the total amount they realise they have eleventeen coupons for the items so spend 5 minutes searching their purse and hand them over, but the cashier is new and doesn't know how to do coupons, especially after the product has already been scanned, so out goes the call for the duty manager. He's obviously having a dump and then a celebratory cup of tea because he takes 10 minutes to come.
After faffing for a few minutes, the cashier informs the customer of the new total, at which point she has to go digging around in her bag again for her purse, as if it took her completely by surprise that she was going to have to pay for the groceries. Of course, once she's got her card out it takes her a couple of minutes to get her shaking arthritic hand steady enough to insert her card. Then she's forgot her pin. Then she remembers her pin. Then she's taken so long the machine has aborted and needs to be started again. Having finally paid she has to put her card back in exactly the right slot in her purse and purse in her bag and only then it dawns upon her that she has to put her bags in the trolley.
By now, 25 minutes later stood with a loaf of bread in my hand I'm ready to stab her in the face and steal her groceries. Honestly, what's with the world?
It doesn't stop there. I went to my local Shell garage and every pump, bar one, was 2 deep. So I pulled up behind the solitary Astra as an Oriental chap got out. He tried to open the fuel filler to no avail, before finally realising the release was inside the car. Cap now open he lifts the filler up puts it in the car and nothing happens. He obviously doesn't realise that you have to wait for the pump to be switched on as he promptly replaces the nozzle, goes inside and queues in the line (10 deep with only 1 non-english speaking Polish girl on the counter). Through the window, I have to say, it looked like an hilarious conversation between the 2 of them as, after queueing for 10 mintues to get to the front, he tried to describe his predicament in broken English to a girl who couldn't speak it anyway. 5 minutes of arm-waving later, and with my p!55 boiling like like an old tin kettle, he comes back out and tries again, forgetting that the release is inside the car. Finally, he's put £10 of petrol in and goes back into the kiosk. Only now does he decide he wants some fcuking sweets!!! For the love of God, I just want some fuel.
Surely, I'm not the only person that finds this. Is it some cruel trick of fate that my life is designed to be blighted by retards?