omfg patience!

i've had this one written out, but i hadn't typed it out or anything. so bear with the "this mornings" and what not.

ok. so. running the front end and manning the customer service counter for as long as i have has given me the fan-flippin-tastic ability to witness some of the most idiotic and impatient people. some of my favorites involve people who don't like to wait in line

• just this morning, out of three regular registers (the other open register was designated as an express lane), i got to see a woman switch lines 6 times. SIX. AS IN ONE MORE THAN FIVE. had she picked one and stayed with it, i am willing to garauntee that she would have flew through the line. i mean, for the love of christ, did she not attend pre-school or something? i mean, one of the first effin things you learn in pre-k is the importance of waiting yr turn. i guess she was absent that day....
• this is sort of in the same vein, but bear with me here. one of the worst things ever is those people that have one single person in front of them, and they roll their eyes and sigh audibly, all while giving me (or whoever is running the front end) nasty-ass looks for the duration of their minute and a half spent on line. even better, is when these people have the balls to ask us to open when its not busy.
• "don't you have any more cashiers?!" "um, i'm sorry, no i do not...?" "what about you, can i pay here?" (side note. this occurs when i am standing at the podium. there is not REGISTER at the podium. am i supposed to conjure one out of thin air?) "ma'am/sir/transvestite, i apologize, but i am not a cashier right now ::winning smile::" i mean. people can clearly see that my station isn't a register, and that i am most likely smack in the middle of paper work, or filling out pickup bags, or like...i don't even know figuring out when to send people on break. all of this be cause theyre is one person in front of them. LOVE ITTTTTTT
• in this vein---my little managers area thing is not a register people. i can't check prices for you, i can't make change for you, and no, you can't pay for your 1/2 pound of sliced roast turkey here either.

also, to the lady who argued with me tonight of 30 cents, you're a twat. you're the one who wanted a more expensive replacement. i didn't tell you to choose that one. fuck off.