There is nothing more dangerous than a supermarket queue. There, people forget that they are grown-up, mature individuals who have achieved a certain level of patience and routinely practice good manners. When someone DARES to jump the queue, tempers would flare and normally nice persons would see red and resort to murder.
Because last night was my turn to pay for the household shopping, I dragged myself out of bed at midnight to go with Dad to Hyperpanda. I rushed towards the cashier and managed to get ahead of a guy with a full cart. While I stood there watching the cashier and digging for my wallet, the idiot behind me pushed his cart and hit me. It wasn’t that hard, but it hurt my ankles a little.
The first time… I moved away and let it pass. (It could have been an accident.)
The second time… I moved away again. (Be nice, Steffi.)
The third time… The cashier noticed and asked the idiot to move back.
The fourth time… (This was harder.) I glared at him.
The fifth time … (Ouch! This is definitely not an accident!) I said STOP HITTING ME!!! *grr*
Everyone stared, he mumbled something while I fumed and paid–didn’t even notice how much I spent. Later, Dad got a bit upset:
D: You should have pushed the cart. Hard.
Me: His wife was behind him. 😛
D: You’re too nice.
This was almost identical to the airport incident where I had a fight with a guy who hit me with his filled up trolley too many times. I don’t enjoy fighting in public, in fact, I hate it. But I really get annoyed with men who think they can jump the queue faster if they run over the girl standing before them.
Is it too predictable for me to say that I don’t feel like working? Because I don’t. I’ve done the bare minimum this week and I don’t like it.
I need to recover from my vacation mindset.