Last night I went to Target to pick up just a few things, so I got a basket instead of a buggy. When I got to the checkout line—and let me say here that the Target on Hwy. 280 never has enough lanes open—I put the basket on the conveyor belt. I wasn't really paying attention, just going through the motions of moving in the line, and when my turn came, I moved on up to the counter and got out my debit card.
As I was fumbling around with my wallet, I heard the cashier sigh heavily and slam a few things out of the basket. I looked up, and all of the sudden, she flipped my basket over on its side with a huge grunt, starting raking stuff out, and then she flipped the darn thing completely upside down. Stuff was rolling everywhere, including glass bottles that were spinning and slamming into the sides of the conveyor platform. I was so stunned I couldn't speak.
Now normally I do unload my basket, but really, does it matter? I mean, either way, she has to pick up my items and scan them, yes? So, sorry, Jessica of Target 280. Didn't mean to put you out. But she better be glad my pickle jar didn't bust everywhere.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Posted by Stephanie at 9:43 AM