late night errands

If I want to visit the store without the entire entourage, I go late at night. The entertaining antics of late night shoppers is just an extra bonus. Friday I needed to visit the red bullseye store for diapers. I grabbed the diapers and wandered the clearance racks because it’s a sickness and I can’t help myself. Then, I went to the checkouts. I stood in line behind a woman telling the cashier that she would be returning her sweater if it stretched, shrunk or got damaged in the laundry. “This cost twenty dollars and I want my money back if it gets messed up in the laundry.” The cashier tried to tell her that she would need to work that out with customer service, but she wouldn’t quit until she had spoken her mind. I zoned out on her laundry woes because I was focused on a man at the next checkout. He was berating a cashier because she was closing out her drawer and couldn’t stop mid-process to check him out. “So you are saying you WON’T check me out.” “Sir, this lane is closed. Any of the lanes with lights on can check you out.” He let her know that he would be filing a complaint because she was standing at a cash register and refusing to do her job. At that point I realized that my cashier was waiting . . . and waiting some more, for me to unload my cart. I apologized to him and smiled, but he was clearly drained and not amused with my eavesdropping instead of paying attention. I still didn’t think that I was the same kind of crazy customer as the other two customers.

I found a teeny-tiny sport bra that was really just a tank top with a bare midriff on a clearance rack for dollar. I thought it was hysterically funny after Amy’s constant insistence that she needs a bra. Amy was thrilled. Her grandparents were not. They were the opposite of thrilled. They think I belong in the same category as the other late night bullseye store shoppers. I think the world has lost its’ sense of humor.

9 thoughts on “late night errands

  1. I find it very interesting that you make such disdainful comments on here towards others and then are brave enough to put up pictures of yourself and your family…Personally, I wouldn’t want my enemies to know who I was, and especially not be able to see my family… Didn’t your mother ever tell you, if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all? And if you are going to hide behind a computer, then don’t be stupid enough to put up your name,and pictures of your and your family…If I were you, I’d pray that none of your enemies decide to pay you or your family a visit.

  2. I find it interesting that “his wife” wants to call you out for cowardice, then doesn’t want to provide a link back, or a name. Sheer genius. And threatening to boot. I guess HER mother never taught her those rules either… or common manners for that matter.

    You most certainly do not rank up with those other clowns, who think they can treat store employees like that. Kings and Queens of the local bullseye store. Sheesh.

    We have had similar issues (“I need a bra”) with our daughter, and solved it in a similar fashion. It is not harmful and she feels happy. If that ranks you as weird… well then can I join the club?

  3. Dear,
    You are whose wife? The cashier that had to wait for me to pay attention or the man who wanted a closed register to open up for him? There is nothing wrong with describing someone’s behavior in public. I frequently describe the ridiculous things we do. It’s called life. I use my real name instead of hiding behind a pretend e-mail. I am honest. You are not. Enemies? Are you 12? Emotionally mature adults are able to disagree with each other without declaring someone their enemy. That’s just silly.

  4. JayMonster – I guess if they want to wear extra layers of clothing, they’ll just be warmer this winter. 🙂 Thanks for joining my club.

  5. I have no life, so I came by here to yell at you. Have you learned your lesson yet? If not, I can yell at you some more because, you see, I have no life of my own.

    Same time tomorrow?

  6. Well, I checked the log files and it appears iamhiswifeyoub…. came from Katie’s post Sen. Tim Burchett’s "niece" which implies that she could be Tim Burchett‘s wife, Allison Beaver, pictured in the KnoxNews article Governor performs spontaneous Burchett nuptials .

    Since she connected through Sprint PCS I contacted their abuse center. The abuse center asked that I file a police report because that would get the complaint escalated faster than if I pursue it myself and if iamhiswifeyoub…. really is Allison Beaver then I want to see this pushed through as quickly as possible because it could make for some fun news!

  7. I cannot believe the nerve of “his wife”….Well if it helps any I am a member of your fan club Cathy! I love your blog…

  8. Since I’m not from your neck of the woods, I’m not sure about the backstory regarding Allison Beaver, but whether she is a senator’s wife or “niece”, she should check herself before hitting enter…(of course – this is still just an “implication”) I saw absolutely nothing wrong with your post as it was simply observations on a late night shopping trip – could not have been more benign…there were no personal attacks on anyone’s character – just a simple telling of the story….the threats are most assuredly not called for – talk about “hiding behind your computer” – Can’t wait to finish my research on Tim Burchett and his wife and anxiously await the end of this story…TEAM CATHY!! (AND DOUG)

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