Assholes Abound Everywhere

1/9/12

Rude people.

I’ve been suffering from an onslaught of rude people recently, and this strong exterior is starting to crack.

First of all, people need to stop picking on the smaller and defenseless. I was at a King Soopers on Saturday, and this guy is at the self-checkout kiosk next to me. He’s a short middle-aged man, with thinning hair and a slight build. He slams an onion on the scale and yells at the cashier, and says, “Hey, you have to ring this up for me, this is your job.”

First I have to wonder why he decided to go use the self-checkout lane if he didn’t want to actually check out by himself. There were two express lanes open, with no lines, I might add, that had cashiers ready and willing to weigh his produce. But more than anything, I didn’t really like his tone. I just found it offensive. Of course the cashier can’t be rude back, “There is a guide on top with all the produce codes,” she offered.

He rolls his eyes and persists, “Look, I can’t do this, this is your job. You need to do your job.”

To which she responds, “I’d be glad to help you, but I’m counting my drawer, so it will be a minute, in the meantime you can use the guide above the register to check out.”

She was obviously frustrated by his rude tone, and I didn’t really appreciate how he was talking down to her either. I turned to him and said, “Look, if you don’t want to check out your own produce, why don’t you go to one of the other express lanes where they will weigh your produce for you?”

He definitely didn’t want anyone to talk to him during his baby tantrum. He didn’t talk back to me, but he did turn up the level even more. “Where is your supervisor? I want to talk to your supervisor, because you won’t do your job.”

To which I answered, “Yes, where is your supervisor, because I want to commend you for being so professional in dealing with such an asshole.”

She finally weighed his produce, as there was a line building with jerkface and I hogging up the checkout lanes. And of course, he had to win the battle, so he went over to the station where the supervisors were so he could complain on her. And you know what? I waited right behind him, so that whatever he said, I could refute it. He knew this. And he complained about her anyhow. “You know, I was in the self-checkout and she would not weigh my produce. That is her job.”

And of course the supervisor apologized. Offered one of those “I’m going to say I’m sorry because I have to.” Kind of apologies. And of course, I told the supervisor how rude and tacky he was being and how she was completely professional to him.

So anyhow, I’m up to about 500 or so words today, and I’m going to have to stop. I’m having another moment where someone is being rude. I have friends who think it’s funny or cute to ask me totally inappropriate questions. Your wife is rude. If I tell you there is an opening at my work, and it pays $X, her first question shouldn’t be “$X that’s it?” even if she thanks me when she’s done it’s like, “Hi Valerie, I have no interest in the job beyond what it pays, but I’m going to tell you that it’s not enough, thank you.” That’s not a thank you, that’s an F you. And when you try and turn every conversation to one that is sexual in nature, I find that very offensive, especially because you try and come off to everyone else that you’re this high and pious Catholic married couple. You could see how that might be offensive? Go fuck yourselves. You both are perfect for each other, greedy, obnoxious whores.

670 very angry words