The cell phone is everywhere today. You can't walk two blocks without running into 3 people with something stuck to their ear. It's just part of today's world. I'm just as guilty as the next guy of using my cell phone when I probably shouldn't. But the other day, I experienced a person so rude, I just had to tell you about it.
I just finished grocery shopping at my local big-box store. All my items were on the belt for the cashier and he was flicking them by the scanner one by one. The particular market I frequent has about 1 bagger for every 3 cashiers. I'm perfectly able, so I don't mind starting to bag my own groceries while the cashier finishes scanning my order. After all, I'd rather have the dedicated bagger help an old lady than me. I have a mountain of groceries stacked up, but i figure the cashier will help once he's done running my stuff through the scanner.
He scans my last item, tells me $93.14, and whips open his Nextel phone. I continue to bag thinking he'll get right back to me in a second.
"Hey girl" he talks to the phone after the familiar Nextel beep-beep-beep.
"You comin' over?", she asks.
"X and Y are already here, we're waitin' for Z and you."
"Oh. I don't get outa here 'til 8."
I'm done bagging at this point, just a little ticked off. I go to the EFT pad, swipe my ATM card and key in my PIN number. The display reads "Waiting for Cashier". Yeah, no kidding.
Their teen-age banter goes back and forth for another two minutes. The yuppy woman behind me gives the cashier the "What the F*$K are you doing?" look while her significant other blatently flashes his wrist with and obvious look at his Fauxlex.
Two minutes later, we hear "OK, we'll hookup afta I get outa dis place."
He hits the magical combination of buttons to let me pay and I'm off just shaking my head at the poor customer service.