Where did the nice people go?
Going shopping is one of those things that I dread more than cleaning the bathroom or even cleaning the cat box. I think the older I get, the less tolerant of rude people I become. Grocery shopping is one of those things that could be an enjoyable experience if I could get in and out without having to interact with other people. Now that we are back in Chicago I am even considering going back to peapod, which was an actual great experience when I used it in the past. You get home and your groceries are waiting for you.
This last trip to the grocery store was one that made me lose the hope in humanity.
I come in prepared when I grocery shop, either with a list to check off, or a short mental one that gets done quickly. Depending on if it is a familiar store or not, I have a route I take most of the time. I know where everything is for the most part and try to be efficient and hopefully not in a hurry.
The first creature that I encounter that just gets on my nerves is the person at the deli counter that does not seem to have ever seen a cheese selection. I am all for browsing the sales and the new in stock deli meat goodness, but don’t take a number until you are ready. I am hoping that if I keep on bumping into the same deli guy at our grocery store he can start cutting what I need before I even have a chance to ask.
This week I had to deal with two self important rush grocery shoppers. The kind that want to run you out of the isle just bump on you next to on the next one. God forbid that you are going to be selecting an item in the same area they are because they will even go as far as ask you to move out of the way. I actually had to step away from the tortillas because this lady was frantically looking for a special cheddar flavored ones looter style.
The kicker this week was a motorized Grandma. I almost said something out loud to her but I though about how I should respect my elders.
The lines were pretty busy and they only had 2 actually human operated ones. The self checkout ones are really not conducive to the amount of stuff I was getting. The lines were going into the isles and instead of blocking the way for other people I got in line and left a gap for people to move through if they were still shopping. This lady on her motorized cart just pushes her way through the line next to me and proceeds to get in front of me. I am clearly waiting in line. I would have had no problem letting her go first, I often do with people that have less items than me and a handicapped Grandma for sure would get my go ahead. However she just barged in, made no eye contact.
I respect the elderly, I respect the wisdom, I even have reverence for their knowledge and how some of them are from an ear where manners mattered… but what is wrong with some of people now, just because a lot of people don’t have manners it does not mean you should lose them too Grandma!