Had to run out briefly on my lunch hour to pick up a few things for dinner tonight, and that trip reminded me about what I hate most about grocery/food stores.. it's the lack of any sort of etiquette in the art of grocery shopping. So, as a public service, I'm here to introduce the fine art of grocery store etiquette to you who may be interested in such things
1) If you are not sure what kind of canned soup you might want, step back and scan the choices from a slight distance as to allow anyone else who may be less indecisive get a shot at the soups as well.
If you stand right in front, with your cart still held extended a full arm's length away thereby blocking the whole section and stare at the selection mindlessly for 10 minutes ignoring repeated "excuse me, please's", I'm going to pick up one of those cans and beat the doofus-isoity out of you. It'll be a generic one too. The good stuff is too good to beat you with.
2) If you are a senior citizen, I will generally respect you as it's the right thing to do. But if you get flustered because that bottle of prune juice is too high for you to reach, and you snap at me, an innocent bypasser, to "get it for you now gosh darnit!!" because you're mad, I'm going to slip some laxative into the damn stuff just to make it extra effective. Maybe it'll ease the back up into your brain.. A Pink Floyd T-shirt and cammo shorts are NOT a Shop Rite uniform last I checked. It's not my fault and I shouldn't be snapped at because of it.
3) If you like to walk slow, please for the love of god, walk to the side so that I can pass!?? My shopping is usually a painful agonizing thing that I like to get over with quickly. Having to trail behind you going .334% of 1 MPH just aint going to work. GET OUT of my damn way!!! Just walk slightly over to the side so that I can pass and we'll both be happy. This way you can take your time without me rushing you, and I can get things over with quick without a "cow" plodding along in front of me. Win/win.
4) If you have a large family like I do, please learn how to organize everyone so that they are not completely blocking the aisle every time you need to stop, thereby blocking everyone and anyone from getting by. See, I know this can be annoying to others, so I ask the kids to sort of step aside a bit and it alleviates the problem. Easy stuff. If you fail to realize that you, your wife, kids and two shopping carts are blocking everyone, and you are oblivious to the repeated "excuse me" excuse me" from the line of shoppers trying to pass, I question your right to reproduce...why!??? why must you inflict another generation of ignorant shoppers on us!??
5) What is it about me, a 40-something white guy wearing a Pink Floyd T-shirt that makes people think that I know everything about produce? Every other time I go out, I'm asked which is the chicken is the one advertised in the local paper? Why do they put iodine in salt? Is salmon better than tuna? I'm a 40-something white guy for chrissakes, I buy whatever is on sale regardless of what it is, usually forget at least 3 items, and am totally pissy that I'm stuck shopping! I would buy dog food only if I knew everyone would eat it and it'd get me out of Shop Rite quicker. If we were in teh beer store, then it'd be a different story! My answer to everything in shop rite will be "I don't know" whether I do or not. That's what it will be. *spit*
6) Dont talk to me in the check out line. By the time I'm there, I'm already frazzled and about to lose what's left of my sanity. It's not that I dont want to talk to you, it's really because I'm in no mood or condition to talk about the Kardashian baby or the next new way to totally lose fat by rubbing crisco on your arse, according to the tabloids prominently displayed there.
That is all.
It's like you summed up my frustrations in one, concise post. Except I normally don't get people snapping at me to help them.
I'm generally annoyed by people who aren't cognizant of the "space around them," so to speak. You know, the people who will be walking in front of you and just stop or don't bother to look around before they start walking from a stand still. I played a fair on Saturday and strolled around the midway before our set. I wanted to scream at people, "Do you drive as horrible as you walk?!?!"
