I had a little skirmish in the check out line at Trader Joes this morning.
For those of you not acquainted with the store, it’s vast and cheaper than most markets with a good 20 cashiers ready to serve you…therefore the line, despite how long, goes remarkably fast.
I was the next person to be called when a man jumped in front of me. Apparently he had gotten out of line to get a cantaloupe leaving his cart in his stead. Someone must have pushed it out of the way because when I got there, it was nowhere to be seen. The conversation went something like this:
“Hey lady, what the hell did you do with my cart?”
“You heard me.”
“Are you talking to me?”
“The nerve to move someone else’s property. I should call the manager. God dammit I will call the manager. MANAGER! SHE MOVED MY BASKET!”
Omigod. Who is this lunatic? I’m the one who needs the manager along with an aspirin. In the meantime he wouldn’t let me pass to pay. He was big and more than a little determined to see me serve 5 to 10 for alleged cart napping. Well, I wasn’t taking this lying down.
“If you don’t get out of my way I’m calling the police,” I said, ready for battle. “How dare you speak to me that way and accuse me of such a thing. I didn’t touch your basket. “
I then took my little reusable Whole Foods Bag and swung it in his direction making him leap out of the way. He then started to come after me when this young Black kid behind me said, “Don’t even think about it Mister.” He wisely didn’t.
“I got your back lady,” this sweet kid said who insisted on escorting me out. I offered to buy him a cup of coffee but he said he was late for school. His chivalry neutralized my irritation.
To think you’re not even safe at 8 in the morning buying yogurt and toilet paper.
Only in New York folks…
Only in New York!