Anyway, I picked up the item and briskly walked to checkout. Now, things get interesting.
I was about to go to checkout #1 but I saw two women easing into the aisle, the one had a few items in her hands and the other was pushing a standard-sized cart. I, at that time, didn't realize they were together.
Aisle #2 had a customer but was almost finished. I decided to go there. Of course, there was some issue about the customer's debit card. So things slowed down in front of me. No problem. I start to look around and noticed that the two women at #1 checkout are stacking items onto the counter and the checkout girl is frantically ringing the items as fast as she can.
The woman has just placed - no stacked - 10 packages of cream cheese on the counter. They are right behind 3 boxes of something else. I also see 2 bottles (bleach?) and then I glance at the shopping cart. It is filled, not in a disheveled, willy-nilly, anything goes, but neatly packed. We are talking solid packing. I can see what appears to be almost 10+ boxes of frozen pizza. There are also other neatly stack boxes of what probably are frozen items. Below, there are at least 8 to 10 bottles of 2-liter pop and 3 packages of toilet paper.
Okay, the first woman had at least 4 or 5 items in her hands and all the other stuff already checked.
I glance up at the sign to make sure it says what I think it should say.
FAST LANE - 20 items or less
Yup, this was the speed checkout lanes and this woman had at least 50+ items!!! Should I also mention we are at the opposite end of the checkouts farthest away from the groceries? She had to have passed the self-check, the speed lanes and at least 8 or more full serve lanes.
During this short amount of time, another woman has walked up behind her, noticed the cart and then quickly moved to stand behind me. Another gentleman has joined us.
The woman at checkout #1 sees me shaking my head in disgust. Her reaction?
The conversation went something like this...
"What's your problem?" She asked as she moves another 5 boxes of what appears to be boxed potatoes,
It is time for me to stand-up for my store-given rights. I spoke up. I pointed at the sign and said, "This is a 20 or less items checkout area."
"It takes a lot of nerve to even ask a checkout to overlook the rules." I point to the three people NOW behind me. "I'm sure these people are thrilled that you're checking out in the speed lanes." (My checkout clerk is cleared and takes my item from the counter and rings it up. She greets me but says nothing about the tirade now happening from counter #1.)
"Mind your own business and don't worry about us."
"Oh, trust me, I'm checking out in this lane. No problem here." I pay my bill and head out, thoroughly disgusted with that woman. I'm sure my blood pressure is up.
I'm approaching my car which is parked right outside, next to the handicap. I hear a woman yelling "Sir! Sir!" and see the woman who was behind me running toward me.
"I wanted to thank you for saying what I was too afraid to voice."
I grinned and thanked her. She added. "I told her as I left that I would have been out of the store a lot faster if she had went to a regular checkout with all her stuff."
At that moment, the guy who was behind her - yup, he joins us and reaches for my hand.
"I just wanted to shake your hand, sir. More people need to stand up to rude jerks like that woman. By the way, she still had items in her grocery cart to put on the counter when I walked out."
I thanked the both of them and got in my car as they headed for their cars. Yes, I had a warm, fuzzy feeling inside me. I drove home.
My mind has played the scenario over and over. I don't think I would normally had said anything but she instigated my ire. If she had not said anything, I would have shaken my head in disgust and went on silently like any other good lamb.
After evaluation, I'm 68 and I've decided it is time to speak up. If I don't, people will walk over me and take advantage of the situations. Maybe this was the first time this woman has tried to sneak into the speed lane but something tells me she has done this many times before. Why? They asked the clerk if they could go through which makes me think this is not a first timer.
If you have 21, maybe 22 items, I don't see an issue, but... Oh, well.
Until the next time I ramble on...