A few weeks ago, Shawn and I made a stop at Kroger, like we do just about every day, to pick up a few things for dinner. When we were leaving he remembered that he needed to get some cigarettes so we went to Customer Service.
In front of us was an old, crotchety looking man who tried to tell us that there was a woman in front of us who ran to get something and to hold her spot. Ummm, no. She left the line, it’s our spot now.
After standing there forever, it’s finally his turn at the register. It seems like he is trying to return something and is not being allowed to because he doesn’t have a receipt, or something along those lines. He starts to get angry so I start paying attention and as soon as I do he slams his item down on the counter–a package of adult diapers.
I’m looking at Shawn like, “Are you seeing this?” in complete shock. I almost felt sorry for him, cause he was old and had the diapers and all but it’s like, do you have to be a jerk about it by giving the young teenage girl at the counter a hard time due to company policy?
Silly old man.