Back at CostCo in Oakbrook Illinois.
Again with the oh so rude - this time to the staff or just to the store in general.
I was at the back, looking through the coolers for premade sandwiches. They are really good by the way and you can feed a group of people. Once in a while they have roast beef, chicken and ham on croissants. Sauce on the side and they are big hit.
So, I'm ready to pick up a pack of 10 sandwiches when a women to the left of me is picking up the pre-made chicken salad in plastic containers. She picks one up, looks at it then throws it back into the cooler. I'm talking a slam dunk into the back of the cooler. She does this three times then walks away with a disgruntled look on her face. Because she threw them, the lids popped open and the chicken salad spilt out all over the other containers. Why would a person do that? What was the reason for her anger. Was it the Chicken in the salad? Was she looking for more chicken/less? Was she looking at the dates on the package? If I wouldn't of been in a hurry, I would of tracked her down and asked. Crazy.
The grocery carts are about as large as three regular sized carts. And really heavy too. Empty, the thing has got to weigh over 100 pounds. (I really don't know how much it weighs but its a brute) I am 5 foot 1 and peek over the top as I push the thing through the stores. It's a workout because my arms are up higher than usual.
I keep as close as I can to the sides of the isles where the merchandise is located. In the middle of the isles it's CRAZY. I'm talking, 25 Mario Andretti's are in CostCo and racing through. (Mario was a race car driver - Indy 500 I think back in the day)
So, I get through the entrance door with my big ass cart and move to the side of the isle to get out my list. I'm well out of the way of the racers. They have their mission. I know to keep out of their way. First one to the back of the store wins. Not sure what the prize is but they do race.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see an extremely tall women on the phone. She's ranting and raving about something to some poor person on the other end. Her arms are swinging and she's clearly agitated. Not sure what the conversation was about and with all the arm swinging and her red face, I didn't want to know.
While I am standing far away from the isle, I see her moving. She's heading directly towards me. The whole time she's pushing her cart, she's talking on the phone and then Bam! She pushes her cart right smack into mine. And I'm talking crash car derby style. In her mind, I wasn't there. She was so preoccupied that I was insignificant. Lucky I expected it and stepped back a bit or the handle would of hurt my hands.
I said to her - HEY! YOU JUST HIT ME!
She looked at me and said "I'm on the Phone". I said "What is wrong with you?" and walked away. Again, I walked away. All the while, I was thinking, what is wrong with these people?
Ok - more to come but this one was fresh on my mind.
Am I asking for this weird behavior from these ecostically challenged humans? Am I to blame or just too sensitive?
