and as the guy was bagging my groceries, he made an unsolicted observation.
“You must have been hungry. You got a lot of snacks here,” he said, like he was too cool for school.
Hmph.
“No, we’re just bad eaters,” I responded, as if to say shut up and stop looking at my f’ing food.
A short time later, the gal ringing up the groceries was running a ruler over the scanner.
“You didn’t miss a thing,” she chirped.
What the hell is going on? What’s with the snide comments? I just want some goddamned groceries, not editorial comments on what I’ve purchased.
I wonder if I had bought tampons, one of those goobers would have noted:
“Oh, bleeding like a stuck pig, are ya?”
Shaddup.
