So I’m at Target. Quick trip in to pick up a padlock and a pack of gum. I get to the registers and most are pretty full. Being the impatient person I am, I beeline for the Express Lane, which is for customers who have 10 items or less.
Now, I’ll be the first to admit that my math skills are practically remedial. But even I can f******* count to 10 and a bit beyond. Apparently the little Blond Mommy in front of me couldn’t. Or she couldn’t give two s**** about the fact that the “10 items or less” rule was established so people like me, with two items, could get in, pay, and get the hell out. No, Ms. I’m-more-important-than-you-so-why-should-I-care-about-rules rolls up to the Express Lane with:
- Three cans of formula
- Four two-packs of baby food
- A card
- Four photo mailer envelopes (naturally, to mail off photos of the baby to unsuspecting schmucks, because, of course, EVERYONE wants to see her baby)
- And a whole bunch of other crap I can’t recall at the moment.
Then, of course, she doesn’t even have the human decency to pay cash. Figures.
Please, people. I don’t give a s*** if your baby is starving…when the sign says 10 items or less, it means 10 ITEMS OR LESS! Do the right thing and take your procrastinating a** to the other line and wait!
PS: Just so you know, I refrained from: A) Pointing out to Blond Mommy that she had more than 10 items, and B) Jerking a knot in Blond Mommy’s head right then and there. See, all that yoga really is having a positive effect! I didn’t even sigh audibly. Though in my head, I was ready to knock her out.
