Second, she throws all your stuff after scanning it. It doesn’t even matter if it’s breakable. My husband does the bagging so he was standing at the end. It’s a conveyor belt with a button. In her aisle, the button is unnecessary, she will strong arm it down the way.

I’m busy watching the screen waiting for my total, knowing full well that the lady says nothing. This is also one of those grocery stores where you have to pay for plastic bags. So when my husband has filled all the bags we brought with us, he tells me how many more bags he thinks he’ll need.

He says to me “two more bags” – we communicate effectively. When we’re in this clerk’s aisle though, he says “can you have her throw some bags at me please.”
She’s in earshot, but we figure if she’s rude not talking to us then she’s probably rude not  listening either.

I look right at her and say “can you throw two bags at my husband please” and she obeys though she usually miscounts and I have to tell her that I paid for more bags. Shidiot.

Today was probably the worst of her days. I went to the store only for bread. One item. I got into her line because it was the shortest. She was cashing someone out. There was one other kid, and then myself with a loaf of bread.

The kid however (probably about 15) did not have anything to purchase. He waited his turn in line for another reason. She immediately grabs my bread and begins to ring it through. I stopped and pointed at the kid. He was there first.

The kid says to the clerk “the pop machine ate my toonie.” He’s perfectly clear, but the clerk seems confused nonetheless. So he repeats “I put a toonie in the pop machine and I got no pop and no money back.”

Well this clerk is not responsible for the vending machine so she calls over another ignorant woman who apparently has the key. The kid explains his story again.
The second ignorant lady very rudely says “I filled up the machine today, it works”
The kid repeats “I have no money and no pop” and resists the urge to say “so clearly it’s not working.”

The lady rings through my bread. I have my cash ready. I’m thinking now that the second ignorant lady has been brought into the mix, the first one can tend to her job, right? WRONG! She is incapable of multitasking and instead stares at the two having the conversation.

I felt bad for the kid. Clearly he wants his money and the clerks don’t believe him. Here’s what I think. Either he’s telling the truth, in which case you owe him $2, or he’s lying.

It’s not f*cking rocket science people, to resolve the issue you need to open the vending machine. Don’t call the kid a liar or give him a hard time. Just check the machine. If his money is there then give it back, and perhaps throw in a free pop for the hassle. If it’s not, you show him “see kid, I’m sorry there is no money here.”

It also does NOT take two cashiers to do this.

The first ignorant clerk starts ringing in the item of the person behind me. I stop her. I said “just the bread” and hand her a five dollar bill. This seems to confuse her too.

So I nod, yes stupid lady, just the damn bread. She takes my money and holds it as she continues to listen to the second cashier harass the kid. She’s just standing there listening!

I said “excuse me, can I get my change” and she gives me a look like I have some nerve asking her to do her job. So she passes my change and chucks my bread down the conveyer belt.

I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Poor kid.

Sadly, these aren’t all the ignorant ladies I’ve come across this week. I still have to discuss the new coworker who is bloody incapable of doing ANYTHING by herself. But alas, this needs a rant all to itself and right now there aren’t enough minutes in the day to vent out my frustrations.

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First, there is the original ‘ignorant old lady’ (from previous posts) who I used to see at the bus stop everyday until I decided to take great lengths to avoid the b’yotch. You know, the one who always has to be first on the bus and off despite the long queue of people who arrived at the bus’s door first?

She just irked me so much that I actually decided to wake up sooner, leave the house earlier, walk the ten minutes in the opposite direction just so I could catch the bus at the mall and not have to wait at the stop with her. If I’m running a little behind I still catch the bus at the mall and would rather be late for work and thus have to stay late at work to make up the time then deal with that damn broad at the stop.

We are still on the same bus together but she usually just passes me and chooses someone at the back of the bus to irritate. Yesterday morning, however, I was not so lucky. The bus had less people than usual and I was sitting in my typical seat at the front of the bus, farthest from the heat, on a three-seater bench. Let’s say I’m in seat #1 for simplicity.

Ignorant Old Lady gets on the bus and sits in seat #3 on my bench. The part that starts the grinds my gears rant is when she decided to place her two bags on the seat between us (seat #2). I guess her enormous Mary Poppins bag deserves a seat on it’s own and can’t go on her lap like everybody else. Heaven forbid she put it on the floor in front of her or under her seat. Heck no!

Not one but BOTH of her silly bags have to be on the seat between us. AND bag #2 is resting nicely against MY lap. Well the Ignorant Old Lady recognizes this and moves her hand on top of the plastic bag, which I can only assume is her lunch. I believe this is her way of telling me that she does not want me to steal her valuable plastic bagged meal.

In case I didn’t understand this small gesture, she makes it more obvious by picking up the plastic lunch bag, tying it, and placing it BACK on the seat STILL touching my lap.

Her lunch is safe now, right? No! Even after knotting her bag she feels that I will steal it so she decides to store it safely inside her Mary Poppins bag. Well that’s good, it’s no longer touching me. But given that Mary Poppins bag is still on seat #2, the lunch is still within my grasp. Well Ignorant Old Lady must be on to my clever tricks, so she locks her arm through the handle of her bag and clenches on for dear life.

Alas, NOW her lunch is safe. Surely I won’t be able to take it from her. Oh sigh, this is still not enough for the old broad. She turns her body completely to face the front of the bus (and myself) and guard her bag with all her might. She crosses one leg over the next and starts to do this ridiculous twitchy thing which leads me to believe she’s practicing for the doctor’s reflex test.

Now that she’s kicking me I’ll leave her lunch alone. You know? A normal person would put their bag on their lap if they were so concerned for its contents. But Ignorant Old Lady who has no consideration for others or awareness of her surroundings would rather go to these lengths to PISS ME OFF!

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