Friday evening after we took my son out to dinner for his birthday we went to Walmart. (We needed to walk a bit to let our food digest, we were all too full, and we all wanted to look at a few things). While in there I went to the fabric department to see if they had silver or pale grey tulle so I can start making my veil. Yay! They had it…about 5 ft left of this pale silver sparkly tulle, along with 2/3 shades darker sparkly silver ribbon and thread. No one was in the fabric department. All that was left of it was the 5 ft of it so I grabbed it along with the cardboard thing it was on with the price, and went to the checkout lines. CROWDED!!! Only a few lanes open and they are all long, so I get in line.
When it’s my turn the young man tells me he can’t price it, that it has to be measured and the only one who can do that is on the register across from him (with a long ass line as well) and I’ll have to wait a minute. He goes and talks to her, she looks at me rudely…I smile and wait. The young man tells me it will be just a few minutes that she has to price it. Mind you, she has not turned her light off, closed her lane, people are still getting in her line. People behind me are waiting as well. So I ask the young man if I need to move to her line so that all of the people behind me aren’t waiting and if I move to her line I do NOT want to have to move to the end of her line and wait all over again is there somewhere else I can go so, etc. Nothing. Poor thing, he has no idea. He goes back over the lady who needs to price it and she gets rude. RUDE! I guess they didn’t want me to buy the fabric????
So then the man behind me gets rude and asks the young man if he can just ring his stuff up while I wait, and if he’s asked me or had been nice about it I wouldn’t have gotten rude back, but I didn’t like his pushy and rude attitude so I become a rude smart ass and make a comment (or two)…”Of course, I’ll move right out of your way, it doesn’t matter that I have to wait, your stuff is way more important than the material for my wedding veil….” And I proceed to move directly out of his way.
By this time David and my son Doug are laughing among themselves, YES, I’ve crossed that line that I rarely cross now (over the past few years I’ve mellowed tremendously) and have become the smart ass who will not tolerate rude behavior and my buttons have been pushed by the rude older cashier lady and the older “gentlemen” behind me. I ask a woman who looks like she might be some type of manager that I need to talk to a manager immediately, and explain my situation. She gets the manager.
The manager talks to the older rude cashier lady, then takes me to customer service and rings me up. Problem solved. Why didn’t they think of that 30/40 minutes prior to all the rudeness?
David and Doug are sort of trying not to laugh, but definitely standing out of my way during all of this. Doug had told David to watch out…David, however, thought I was justified in my rudeness, but he also thought it was cute that I’d gotten my panties in a wad over it. My very first, and hopefully only, bridezilla moment. Doug thought it was funny. I did not think it was funny, I don’t like getting rude, though I don’t mind being a smart ass when pushed.