So I run in, literally, to get one thing. ONE THING. Cat litter to freshen the litter pan for our new kitten who is ready to day. I end up getting a bag of litter and two sodas. Three items. Silly person that I am.... I go to the quick lane. Twenty items or less.
And lo, even though there are SEVEN checkers on station, and eight self checks all for people with a lot of stuff, I get behind a cart so full that it took half an hour for them to sort and check it all. They had to sort it because they were using there food stamps and that doesn't pay for the paper goods.
The cashier, bless her lovely heart, asked the woman very politely to please step to the next available register as she clearly had more than the allowed number of items. The woman replied, "Well YOU aren't busy so I'm staying."
The cashier tried again, "Ma'am this line is for those with a small number of items. The next cashier over will be happy to help you."
The woman then ripped the cashier a new one and told her quite proudly that she would be calling the walmart line and turning her in for her attitude. Even wrote the cashiers name down.
Now, I KNOW that I am probably a little sensitive to people like that, being a cashier and all, but That hussy needed a boot to the head! Seriously! FIFTEEN different registers for use by people with lots of items. TWO registers for people like me who only needed one thing. NEEDED. Not want to have. MUST have before going home.
But this heifer was TOO GOOD to stand in line LIKE SHE FORCED ME TO DO.
And not only did they force the "fast" lane to grind to a halt, but they refused to move so *I* could get checked out when they were done until the cow had checked her reciept over to see how much the cashier had CHEATED her!
So I stepped up when the FINALLY allowed me to do so and said "It must be so sad."
The cashier, with a growing smile on her face handed me her line. "What is?"
I turned with a steady stare at the woman and her two grown hanger's on, "To go through life unable to count to twenty."
I waited for them to turn and light into me but they scurried away. Apparently, someone on whom they could enact no harm was too scary for them. The cashier was at all times civil to them, even though they were absolutely horrible to her and then she was light and cheery with me even though she knew that the woman would be calling to get her in trouble. And she will too. People like that always do.
I'm doing the online bit to help the woman out because she really did a terrific job in the face of adversity.
But I got to thinking. I would never treat people that way. I would never step into the twenty or less lane with twenty one much less one hundred items. I don't use the handicap bathroom stalls. I don't park in handicap stalls. Those understood rules of conduct that keep us civilised are set in stone for me. And for my children as well. This simply is how it is.
I don't speed up when I see someone trying to pass me. And while that may mean that I end up waiting until the jerks have had what they want, it also means that at the end of the day, I know I haven't caused anyone any deliberate harm or effort. I haven't made matters worse.
I may be poor. I may be white. But I will never be trash. I'm the base vitality this country was built on. Poeple who believed that they had a right to be treated fairly and to treat others fairly.
And people like that horrid heifer of a woman.... they are a large part of the cancer that is eating away at this country. And it makes me sad to know....they will almost always win.



