This Line is Shorter

So we go to Sam's yesterday. That conjures up a picture in your head without typing another word; long lines, crowded aisles, people who don't have their sh*t together when it is time to pay, or people whose cell phone rings as they are being checked out and they answer it! ARGHHHH

One day I may get shot. Or beat up. I swear I am going to let someone hold it for being so blasted rude to others. It just seems it's an "all about me" or an "I'm more important than everyone else in the world" mentality.

We go to Sam's because they have chaise lounges for our patio at a good price. We already have a row of lounge chairs out there for when all our kids come over, and yet hubby wants more. I get it, but am thankful they are stack able. It's beginning to really look like a resort, more than a backyard.

Hubby had to get a flatbed to cart the chairs around the store. You should have seen him taking the corners, he almost took out a few folks.

We get everything we need, and more, and head over to the line. Every line had more than three people in it except one, it had only two. One lady was paying and another lady, though her cart was full, looked alert. It's really important you get behind an alert person at Sam's or you could be there all day. Hubby wanted the line over from this line, I said "No, let's get in line over here" motioning to the shorter line.

He maneuvers the flatbed over a line.

The lady that is checking out? Well she gets her receipt then starts questioning some of the prices.

The other line edges forward.

The cashier calls for a manager. Everyone waits.

The other line edges forward.

The manager comes over and discusses it with the lady. Lady leaves, next person in line please.

The alert lady, who has a full cart, starts being checked out, her phone rings and she doesn't help the cashier move her items over.

The other line edges up. We would have been being checked out by this time if we had been in the other line.

Finally, all the items are scanned, and it's time to pay. What's this? She pulls out a checkbook!

She writes the check.

The other line moves forward, we would have been walking to our car by now.

The cashier calls for a manager.

"What's the holdup?" asks the ex-alert lady.

"We have to call for manager approval for anything over $300." replies the cashier.

"For goodness sake! Why didn't you tell me that?" ex-alert lady exclaims.

We wait for a manager.

The line next to us has new people that we didn't see in the store whizzing through the check out now. I purposefully try to not meet hubby's gaze. But it's like a magnet, it just snaps my head around and I look at him. He's smiling. He doesn't have to say a thing. And thank goodness he doesn't.

The ex-alert lady now decides to pay for her purchase with a credit card. Whatever. Just move on out of here lady.

We finally get up there, we are in and out in a couple of minutes. Our Sam's card is out, our debit card is out, no problems.

Next time he's picking the line.