The World's Slowest Cashiers

We finally got a Target. Finally. This little city is looking like Austin more and more each day. Every single major road, including the entire stretch of I-35 that runs through it, is under construction.

I've joked before (with no disrespect, I assure you) that Jesus will be back before the construction is done and will look at and say, "What? You haven't finished the interstate yet?"

So we've gotten a ton of new stores and restaurants over night. And where did we end up on our Saturday? Yep, you got it. Wal-Mart. *shutter*

Some woman ran a shopping cart into Shawn because people are blind these days. They don't look where they're going, they don't watch they're kids. They chat on their cell phones and block entire aisles with one shopping cart somehow. I'm still trying to figure how they do it and how they so blatantly absolutely do not care!

We found a short check out line, which happened to be the cashier where the little tobacco station is so it's cramped because the tobacco is all but lined with lasers and guard dogs.

However with only one customer ahead of us, we figured it would be smooth sailing. The lady chatted with the cashier....FOREVER!! I think I found my first gray hair while waiting to pay.

Finally, Shawn said in a loud voice, "Can we exchange phone numbers and call each other when we get home?" Neither of the ladies even looked up or flinched.

"Shawn!" I said sternly. On the other hand, the cashier wasn't scanning any items, waiting for a personal check to go through or anything! She was just standing there talking to the customer. AUGHHHHH.

We finally get to the cashier and had an issue with an R rated movie because I was paying and I look like I'm 14 years old. Then we had ten spiral notebooks (10 cents each!) and the lady had to look at each and individual one.

"There's ten," Shawn says.
"Well, some of them are college ruled and some of them are wide ruled and we have to do each one," The World's Slowest Cashier says.

Ok, that's fine. I get that. But instead of examining each notebook, you could be scanning each book!!! After she had examined each book thoroughly, she proceeded to scan each one by one.

One at a time.

We were finally at the point where I handed her a personal check--almost free! The World's Slowest Cashier puts the check in the system--and I swear a vein burst in my brain--she walked away!!!!!!! AUGHHHHHH

Shawn made a humorous action, faking like he was going to fall flat on his back. The woman in line behind us laughed out loud and I made a face like a vein had just burst in my brain.

SWEET FREEDOM!! We were finally outta there and I explained the following to Shawn:
See, he doesn't do any errands. I run all the errands. He even gives me his pay check to take to the bank. Sounds like a dream come true, but I am also responsible for making sure the house payment arrives on time and so on...

"Do you see why I come home in such a foul mood? Don't you wonder about that sometimes?" I asked Shawn.
"I deal with these people almost daily! Post Office, bank, Wal-Mart, grocery store, gas station...These people put me in a bad mood!"

After putting in anywhere between eight and eleven hours at work, I get the great pleasure of dealing with the public.
And The World's Slowest Cashiers.