You never know what you're going to get when you shop at 10Box. Most of the time, the experience is pleasant enough, or neutral. Sometimes not. Monday was fairly pleasant, aside from several whiny kids below school age, and a cranky cashier.
I was there later than usual, around 5:45. So the kids were probably just tired out from a day of kidding, perhaps without a nap. The cashier is always pleasant to me, but there seemed to be a kerfuffle with the scheduling. She was curt and agitated, and had snapped on her name badge as I was putting my stuff on the conveyor. I only had the child seat full, and a big pack of toilet paper and a large box of fake honey nut cheerios in the bottom. I heard the lady behind me commiserating with her, and Cashier said she was supposed to be off at 6:00. I don't know if she was told to work later, or if they're supposed to have time to count out their drawer. Anyhoo... it was quite busy, with three lanes open.
When I first entered, I went straight to the lottery machines. Big dark clouds were building up, and I wanted to try the left side machine while the sun was shining. It worked! As I pushed my cart/walker over there, a guy was coming to the right side machine from the checkout. I lifted up the back wheels of my cart/walker to turn it and give him and his cart room. There's a dang greeting card rack there, by a support pole for the ceiling. I have no idea why they put the cards there. Who wants to pick out a card and go back through the line to pay? Most people enter the store, and have to go right a fair distance to grab a cart. They don't want to backtrack to peruse the cards before going back to shop!
Anyhoo, lottery guy said, "Oh, sorry. Am I in your way?"
"No. I'm in YOUR way! I was just moving my cart." Two people can be polite, you know.
In fact, as I later rounded the back aisle to get some rolls, there was a guy with a little girl in a cart. I don't think she was walking age yet. I waited, because he was standing there looking at the bread. Once he picked out a loaf, he started towards me.
"Excuse me. Sorry."
"No problem. I'm not in a hurry."
He pushed out of that aisle, and as he made the turn toward me on the back aisle, he rammed his cart into the open freezer!
"Oh no!"
"I don't know how to drive this thing, heh, heh!"
Once I was back outside, I unloaded my stuff into T-Hoe's back seat, because I knew Farmer H would not be home to carry groceries. Then I pushed the cart/walker over to ram into a line that was near the garage door cart area.
"Oh, Sweetie! You don't have to do that. I'm going to pull them all out anyway."
It was the really nice manager lady who often brings a cart over to T-Hoe's door when I am parking. We talked about how hot it was. She pulled all the carts back, into the striped area, so the sidewalk was clear, and the carts orderly in four lines.
Not a bad outing, except they were out of BANANAS!
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