So I roll into Kroger to grab some beer and some chicken to throw on the grill and watch the Rockets game. In and out. Well that's what I thought. I grab my items and head to the self checkout where the line is like 15 deep. I get in line momentarily when I notice a regular checkout with a very short line. So I go to that line. Oops. I get in line and the cashier is like 84 years old so she's not the swiftest cashier. But I'm like fuck, you can't leave a line to go to another line and then return back to the original. You look dumb. So of course I stay in my current line. And this happens: the lady in front of me is just buying balloons and whips out her checkbook! Who the fuck still carries a checkbook?! Is it 1986? To add insult to injury she has a rock on her finger the size of my left testicle (that's the bigger one). Of course she can't find her ID card so that takes more time as she digs through her beach bag of a purse while I contemplate suicide or murder or both. So long story short-I wasted 15 minutes of my life...... Now that I have written this, that experience wasn't (squeaky voice) that bad. Certainly not bad enough to commit homicide. Or was it...?
TBN OUT
Peaces and Creases
P.S.- Those of you that carry a checkbook (yea you baby boomer) beware
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