The action never seems to stop at my beloved local Superstore. I've experienced rude customer service, angry workers, bruised apples...but last night's visit to the decrepit store in which I've come to rely really takes the cake!
I'm in the self-checkout lane (I still haven't learned my lesson) when I saw two young girls approach me. As they inched up on me, I felt the need to protect my place in line. I could tell they were ready to bolt for the next available scanner.
But then, I heard their mother calling for them to 'wait up'. She was a good 10 feet away and I had assumed the girls backed off. Apparently I was mistaken, as was another patron.
"Did you just f'n cut in front of my kid? How could you cut in front of my kid?"
I heard the scream clear as a bell seeing as this distraught mother was inches behind me.
"No, I didn't f'n cut in front of your kid. She was with YOU. Don't make me go ghetto on your ass. I'm from the ghetto and I will go ghetto on your ass."
I stifled my chuckles...too intrigued with the level of ignorancy at this place.
"Did you just threaten me? You have a baby in your cart and your threatening me?"
"So what? You have three kids with you and YOU'RE threatening me. You'd better back off bitch."
As I picked up my scanning pace, I looked over to the Superstore employee. Nothing. No reaction. Perhaps it was just another day at work for her.
I quickly ran my credit card and exited the building in time to hear (finally) "Security to lane 1. Security to lane 1"
As the sun was setting on my white-trash town, I hurried as quick as I could to my car. Unloading my groceries I heard the sirens. They got closer and closer. Next thing I knew the cops were pulling up to the front of the store.
It should be mentioned that as the women were shouting at each other (and their kids were crying from embarrassment) they continued scanning their items right next to each other. That takes talent.
It's hard enough for me to figure out what I'm scanning - I have 'Look Up Item' memorized. But to do it while screaming at someone in front of or behind you is pure talent (or insanity).
In hindsight, I wish I would have stuck around. I wish I could report on the outcome. I don't know who won the battle, but I fear the Ghetto vs. Trailer Park war wages on. (and I just can't wait to stop at the store tonight!!)
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