Rage Rant Part 2

I had a moment where I thought about just walking up to the closed cash area, making contact with one of the 4 CSMs I saw idling chatting, and exasperatedly walking away from my cart to the exit. But I also needed my purchases so necessity won out over desire this time. So everyone had to check their own items out. I’m doing so and something isn’t scanning properly and the idiot machine is barking annoying and repetitive orders at me. I’m imaging myself as an older person trying to figure this out. We’ve all seen cashiers magically slide a product across the scanner and heard the familiar beep as the product is scanned and added to the list of purchases to be made, but when it doesn’t work, I don’t have the handy gun to get right in there. There is no expertise, no recourse, not even any aide when I looked about in frustration. Which is probably for the best, since my tongue was well sharpened in that moment and I was emboldened with rage from being forced into that position. But if I was old and that happened, if I didn’t understand, couldn’t figure it out, what would I do? Surely, my fantasy from earlier would become my reality. I’d be supremely embarrassed and just walk away from it all. Taking my unspent money somewhere else, having lost precious time that I have left to be humiliated in public. But I’m not old, and I could figure it out on my own. The entire time I was glaring daggers at the yellow vested CSMs walking around doing nothing of value. If one of them jumped on cash then the five of us struggling to check ourselves out would have made for a short blip on their schedule and avoided us being forced into something not all of us wanted to do. Another point of contention for me was that I had five bags of stuff. This meant that I had to put two of bags on the floor during the process. I wasn’t about to put them back in the cart, my history with this process being what it is. So now my stuff, which I paid for, was on the floor where your garbage and manure covered footwear trod. So the moral of the story is, that I feel degraded somehow by the experience, I felt forced into something uncomfortable for me. I know it’s not a big deal in the grand scheme but this is my site and I’ll talk about me when I want to. I don’t want to go back there now, I feel like I lost something, the convenience of the location. I’m going to have to drive across town now and with my lazy moments, I know I’m not going to do it as much as I should. So now I’m in a position of not buying food. It pisses me off when I’m forced into such rash decisions. I’m going to take my frustration out on something. In the rain, because that is happening too!