Is it just me?

Today I went grocery shopping. Grocery shopping, with coupons, at Wal-Mart during the first of the month. It was busy. Of course it was, it was Wal-Mart. I get up to the register and find one with a reasonably short line. I wait in line for my turn. The young boy at the register greets me with a listless "Hey." and begins scanning my items. Right off I noticed how incredibly slow he was. At first I thought maybe he was just being meticulious about how he sacked things. Oh no, not so. There was my bread sitting happily next to my toilet bowl cleaner. My vanilla went into a bag by itself. A big bag with nothing but a 4oz bottle of vanilla extract in it. A carton of orange juice with dog bones and sour cream with cans. Hmm.. I think, maybe he's just new. I wanted to give him benefit of the doubt but inside I was starting to get irritated. This is when scanner boy stops scanning and digs in his pocket. I stand there watching him thinking "what the hell is he doing?". He digs out his cell phone, looks at it, puts it on the counter turns to the register, stops, and turns back to the cell and proceeds to text someone. I am dumbfounded. Did this little slow ass punk just TEXT someone while checking me out? How freaking rude can you get?? This question need not be asked because my good buddy Mark who has on a shirt the exact color of lime sherbert and a gray baseball hat cocked sideways and with the bill turned up gets another text message that has to be replied to right away. So again he stops in the middle of weighing my grapes and replies to his text. At this point the mean hateful bitch that lives inside of me is screaming to get out. I want to jerk the cell phone from his hand and do my best softball wind up and send his phone flying across the store. I want to tell him to stop wasting my time. I want to jerk that dumb looking hat off of his head and stomp on it; twisting my foot back and forth to make sure I crush it all up and get it good and dirty. I then want to tell him in my best Dirty Harry voice "You waste my time, I waste your stuff. Got that, punk?" I don't of course. I wait patiently while Mark slowly goes about ringing me up and then get the hell out of there envisioning breaking his phone and maybe an ipod just for good measure.

I find it so rude that people have no decency. I hate it when they bust out the phones right in the middle of lecture, or decide they have to take a phone call in the library. Maybe it's just me, but it irritates me so much!

Tune in to next weeks bitch-a-thon to hear all about people who use handicap stickers when they aren't.