So my team tells me that I need to blog more and that it needs to be of a more “personal” nature! Really!? Blog about the inner most thoughts swirling through the head of the Supreme Challenger of the Status Quo! WoW! My FBI dosser just expanded into two more volumes…hahaha! No seriously, I have one…hahaha!
I gave my team my word, because I really don’t make promises, that I would. Hey, there’s a tidbit of info about me…I will give you my word on something, but promises are MEANT to be broken…well, the way they raised me, that was what I was taught.
See, I come from an old school family where when grown ups were talking the kids left the room, folks say at least morning, if not good morning and we had manners. Which brings me to the gist of this particular blog.
I was in Walgreens here on Lakeshore Ave., a few hours ago, waiting in line to make my purchases. I am a somewhat patient person and in our local Walgreens we make one line at the check out and when the next available clerk signals, the next customer moves to the open register…there are two.
So Im standing in line and there are about three people in front of me, one at each register and one waiting in the queue, when a couple joins the line behind me. Apparently, patience and manners is not something the gentleman was taught and from the looks of the woman, she doesn’t check him on his lack thereof. He’s well groom, looks professional, hell could be a little league softball coach for all I know.
The line isn’t that long and the gentleman in front me decides to step to an empty register to fix his ipod. So the guy behind me (yes he’s a guy, no gentleman there) asks me if Im going to pick a line because he sees that one of the registers may become available next and the other guy has moved toward the other line to use the empty register.
I explain to him that there is just one line and it branches off to the registers and that the gentleman to my left is actually next in line. Why does this guy start to try to grill me over how there are normally two lines and advances to cut me off. I don’t try to intercept him, but simply turn to him and state that if he wishes to cut in front of me, feel free. I have no qualms, however, the way they run this Walgreens the gentleman with the ipod would be next.
Now he’s stuck. He has advanced in front of me and is joined by his female companion. But what has him stuck is that I said “if he wants to cut the line…go ahead.” This guy was on one or something because as his female friend is chattering her support of him cutting in front of me…I have remained calm with poise and grace — another thing we were taught. I simply repeat what I said again at which he is perplexed. See from his energy I could tell he’s an aggressive, confrontational type of man and with his female friend there…he was flexin and started to curse.
By this time he has moved back behind me and I am now at the available register, when he lets out this very loud expletive at which I turn to him and say, “the behavior you’re exhibiting now is the exact reason our country is in the state it is today. People have no manners, are impatient and think that life is all about them.” Hahahaha! Bold move for me, I usual ignore such behavior, unless it is directly in my face. He looks at me and says, “Oh I was cussing about the Walgreens and how they all don’t have the same procedure. They usually have two lines, that’s been the norm.”
“No,” I reply to him, not ours. Now instead of dropping it there he continues to lament loudly and wants to prove ME wrong and I guess himself the victor in the eyes of his friend. Ahh, but what bitter fruit is victory snatched, sliced and handed back to you in a soggy paper bag. hahaha! That’s me being all Shakespearean and stuff…hahaha!
Anyway, he begins to question the clerk about whether or not there are one or two lines…he’s bound and determined. The clerk halfway looks at him and says, “in this Walgreens our customers make one line and then feed into the two checkouts”…ca-ching…the triple cherries have just paid off…haha! He was so dumb-founded…his friend began to rub him that it was okay…I looked at the clerk, thanked her for the service and exited the store. hahaha!
The moral of the story…don’t phuck with The Supreme One…no, no…hahaha!
The moral of this story is that in this day and age when it’s so easy to be caught up in our own world, remember that manners and being gracious can go a long way. Pushing to have your way when you KNOW you should either hold back, wait, or approach it from a different angle can lead to embarrassing results.
That guy got egg on his face trying to “push” to get his way and to be right…Do you want to be RIGHT or do you want to be HAPPY?
As I walked home, he went screeching by in his Honda and all I could think was…Im glad Im not dating him…bahahaha!
Okay, that’s enough for now…will check in later as Life continues to dazzle me with adventure!
Fade to Black…
