Comments on: Supermarket Torture.

By: michele

michele — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 01:05:42 +0000

welcome back… sorry for the rude awakening.

I’ll see your supermarket old lady, and i’ll double it by the fact that I live in a densely populated metropolis with more geezers & crazies than I care to count.

That’s why I order my groceries online from Fresh Direct and get them delivered right to my door whenever I tell them to… So I NEVER HAVE TO DEAL W/ A$$$holes ever again!!!

By: Eric

Eric — Thu, 01 Jun 2006 12:48:10 +0000

… you just need to relax, Jimbo…

By: GUYK

GUYK — Wed, 31 May 2006 23:26:46 +0000

We get a lot of the check writers in Florida..there are a lot of us old folks who don’t like debit cards and credit cards. I just go by the bank and get the cash I need on shopping days and pay cash..easier and faster although sometimes the clerks don’t seem to know what to do with it.

By: SkumChiken

SkumChiken — Wed, 31 May 2006 18:59:42 +0000

In this day and age of debit/check cards, I always find myself
muttering – in a tone that can be describe as a decibel above
conversational – ‘who the f*ck writes a check anymore!?!’

my wife invariably skulks away and/or hits me with this little
tiny purse she carries… i swear to god the f*cking thing if
lifted by Superman would make him groan in agony….

By: Yabu

Yabu — Wed, 31 May 2006 17:51:52 +0000

I “always” park as far away as possible. I’ve never minded thw walk. If it’s raining…I don’t go shopping.

By: El Capitan

El Capitan — Wed, 31 May 2006 16:30:13 +0000

Who are you calling a vulgarian? You’re the vulgarian, you f#%&!

Bwahahahaaa!!!

(Sorry, had to do it. I don’t get a chance to quote lines from ‘A Fish Called Wanda’ often enough…)

By: Brian, "Proud to be a Veteran"

Brian, "Proud to be a Veteran" — Wed, 31 May 2006 13:47:57 +0000

Boy did you hit the nail on the head. Been to Publix and California stores do compete well but the customers here seem closer to Garden Staters. Don’t forget the savants who don’t understand the meaning of 15 items or less in the Lina Rapido as we call it in Mexico of the West. Then there are the ones who can’t understand cash or ATM only in the Lina Rapido and insist on writing checks, often they are related to the Declaration of Independence writer in their ability to write the half dozen items necessary for a check. Finally, we have the cell phone assholes who need to push the cart with one hand, invariably into my cart, while they read and describe the ingredients to some other moron or stand in front of the cheese display reciting the pedigree of every wedge to some executive decision maker. I could go on and on but then I would have to start my own blog.

By: Jim

Jim — Wed, 31 May 2006 11:43:08 +0000

Cousin Gary speaks the truth.

By: Cousin Gary

Cousin Gary — Wed, 31 May 2006 11:34:12 +0000

“the Uncle Billy gene”
When we were kids, our Uncle Billy was driving down the narrow street behind our house,
Courtland Alley,after a snowstorm.
.Some poor working stiff driving a oil delivery truck was making a delivery
to the house next door, and because of the plowed snow, the delivery truck was blocking Uncle
Billy from passing. God forbid that our next door neighbors had oil for heat.After 5 minutes
of Uncle Billy blowing the horn and threatening the driver ala Paully Walnuts, Uncle Billy
snuck up to the side of the truck, stole the keys from the truck’s ignition and threw the
key ring down the sewer. He backed up out of the Alley, laughing like a crazed monkey the
whole way. He came up to my window which overlooked the scene,he saw the now crazed truck driver
who couldn’t start the truck,and was now looking for Uncle Billy.When the oil truck driver asked
the neighbors who was the grey haired guy in the Impala, no one dared to give him up.
Good thing that the old ladies in the store didn’t drop their car keys. That Uncle Billy
gene, we got it.

By: dogette

dogette — Wed, 31 May 2006 10:44:58 +0000

I’ll never understand why one who intends to write a check doesn’t have the checkbook OUT OF THEIR LOCKED LUGGAGE well before they arrive at the actual register. Like, get the farookin’ thing out while you’re in Produce, straightening your babushka or what have you. And I s’pose it would be way too much to expect someone to have a check already dated, signed and made out to the “store name in question,” because those things can’t possibly be knowable in advance of arrival at the register unless one has precognitive powers about what supermarket one is in and what day it is and what one’s name is, which would just be spooky.