Saturday, August 28, 2010

Birthday, weekend, mean people.

I was just at Meijer, waiting at the deli for gourmet chicken salad.

Loud speaker: Now serving customer number....6....3...

Man: That's me. I need a pound of (blahblahblah)

Deli girl: Ok. (grabs the meat and heads over to the meat slicer.)

Man: (Says something....I'm not really paying attention at this point)

Man: Hey, did you hear me? Did you HEAR ME?

Deli girl: Yes, I heard you.

Man: Well then ACKNOWLEDGE!

Man turns to me, standing there picking my jaw up off the floor.

Man: I served in the Marine corps for 20 years! When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be DONE.

I usually don't shop on the weekends, because I swear that's when people are the meanest. People mope around with angry faces, rolling their eyes at you just because you need to pass them in the aisle. Sighing heavily when you spend a second too long picking out which mayonnaise to buy. Driving across parking lots as if there are no road markings. But, it's Craig's birthday, and we needed a cake. And gourmet chicken salad.



my name is Steven said...

Wow. I served my years in the 101st Airborne Division of the Army. And I save that kinda talk for my wife..... (kidding)

Christie said...

Ha. Laura would kick your butt, I'm sure :-)