I am almost curious enough to inquire whether cashiers at target get a kick back on purchases. Apparently the cashier I had the other day does... or is just that much of an oblivious jerk. I'm going to have to go with the jerk theory though.
I had a doctor appointment in the afternoon so I thought I would run some errands after picking up Mason from school, but allowing for Cooper to get a decent quality nap... in the car. I should have known better and scrapped the whole idea when I parked in front of Target and had to text the hubs and ask why I needed to go in there. So, we had about an hour and a half to kill which means we wandered. I got the 2 necessary items that I "had to go to the store for" in the first 10 minutes. We got a few toys from the $1 section, some other miscellaneous items that I thought of while I was there and then decided that I had had enough so we head to the check out. We had a fairly enjoyable time but the kids were starting to get antsy so I knew it was time to go before it got out of control.
We headed up to the check out line and there were probably about 3 lanes open with about 5 people with things to check out... overall, not that busy and no need for the cashier to rush... and she didn't. There was one person in front of me so we waited... and waited... and waited. This woman moved like molasses. I was trying to keep my cool as the kids were getting more and more impatient but she apparently did not notice and pick up the pace. I could have switched lanes but by the time I realized what was happening I was committed. The kids were being antsy, but fairly good so I grabbed a trashy tabloid from the rack and looked at it for approximately10 seconds. I'm sure they frown on this practice of looking at the magazine until it's your turn and then put it back, but if she is going to move in slow motion, I'm going to do it.
That is about when things got interesting. Cooper J was O-V-E-R being in the cart and decided that jumping was the best way to get out of the cart. Luckily, when my kids were born I became part super hero with cat like reflexes in order to save their lives, like when they swan dive out of a shopping cart. Again, me being lucky, they test out these powers on a regular basis so they my skills are finely tuned and perfected. In order for me to catch him, I threw down the magazine that I was holding. Where did it land? On the conveyer belt headed for the cashier. The boys then started being kids and began to pull one of everything off of the shelf in the "impulse purchase" section at the register with me immediately saying "put that back" (and proudly, they did! ha ha) so my full attention may not have been on the actual check out process. Once she was finally done ringing up my items I give her my attention back and pay. Toss the bags and boys into the cart and practically ran out of the store. When I had the kids properly secured in their seats I go to the back of the car and start to load in my bags when, to my surprise, I notice a familiar looking trashy tabloid in a bag with the other stuff I had meant to pay for. Double checking my receipt, to my dismay, I still can't believe I actually paid for a magazine that the cover story was about celebrities who are too thin and might have eating disorders. Quality reading. I mean, I enjoy the celebrity gossip as much as the next person... but prefer it to be on my yahoo news feed... for free.
In retrospect, technically, I did put it on the belt with the other approved items, but maybe it would have been nice for the cashier to double check that particular item since she saw me throw it to catch my flightless child. I mean she snapped out of her own little world when the cart slammed into the side of the check out counter as Cooper J jumped so I know that she saw what had happened. It is not that easy to block us out. Would it have been too much for her to say "Um, I saw you got distracted and tossed this down, did you really want it?" Apparently so.
The hubs says I have no grounds to be aggravated about the whole situation, but I still say "Way to go target cashier... you got me."
I had a doctor appointment in the afternoon so I thought I would run some errands after picking up Mason from school, but allowing for Cooper to get a decent quality nap... in the car. I should have known better and scrapped the whole idea when I parked in front of Target and had to text the hubs and ask why I needed to go in there. So, we had about an hour and a half to kill which means we wandered. I got the 2 necessary items that I "had to go to the store for" in the first 10 minutes. We got a few toys from the $1 section, some other miscellaneous items that I thought of while I was there and then decided that I had had enough so we head to the check out. We had a fairly enjoyable time but the kids were starting to get antsy so I knew it was time to go before it got out of control.
We headed up to the check out line and there were probably about 3 lanes open with about 5 people with things to check out... overall, not that busy and no need for the cashier to rush... and she didn't. There was one person in front of me so we waited... and waited... and waited. This woman moved like molasses. I was trying to keep my cool as the kids were getting more and more impatient but she apparently did not notice and pick up the pace. I could have switched lanes but by the time I realized what was happening I was committed. The kids were being antsy, but fairly good so I grabbed a trashy tabloid from the rack and looked at it for approximately10 seconds. I'm sure they frown on this practice of looking at the magazine until it's your turn and then put it back, but if she is going to move in slow motion, I'm going to do it.
That is about when things got interesting. Cooper J was O-V-E-R being in the cart and decided that jumping was the best way to get out of the cart. Luckily, when my kids were born I became part super hero with cat like reflexes in order to save their lives, like when they swan dive out of a shopping cart. Again, me being lucky, they test out these powers on a regular basis so they my skills are finely tuned and perfected. In order for me to catch him, I threw down the magazine that I was holding. Where did it land? On the conveyer belt headed for the cashier. The boys then started being kids and began to pull one of everything off of the shelf in the "impulse purchase" section at the register with me immediately saying "put that back" (and proudly, they did! ha ha) so my full attention may not have been on the actual check out process. Once she was finally done ringing up my items I give her my attention back and pay. Toss the bags and boys into the cart and practically ran out of the store. When I had the kids properly secured in their seats I go to the back of the car and start to load in my bags when, to my surprise, I notice a familiar looking trashy tabloid in a bag with the other stuff I had meant to pay for. Double checking my receipt, to my dismay, I still can't believe I actually paid for a magazine that the cover story was about celebrities who are too thin and might have eating disorders. Quality reading. I mean, I enjoy the celebrity gossip as much as the next person... but prefer it to be on my yahoo news feed... for free.
In retrospect, technically, I did put it on the belt with the other approved items, but maybe it would have been nice for the cashier to double check that particular item since she saw me throw it to catch my flightless child. I mean she snapped out of her own little world when the cart slammed into the side of the check out counter as Cooper J jumped so I know that she saw what had happened. It is not that easy to block us out. Would it have been too much for her to say "Um, I saw you got distracted and tossed this down, did you really want it?" Apparently so.
The hubs says I have no grounds to be aggravated about the whole situation, but I still say "Way to go target cashier... you got me."
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