Late Friday evening at the checkout there’s three of us in the queue. Guy at the front has two frozen pizzas, guy number 2 has a bottle of Vodka, guy number 3 (me), has a bottle of wine. None of us have used a divider, after all I’m not paying for his vodka and he’s not going to buy my wine.
We’re joined by a woman with a trolley full of chaos and she asks me if she can go in front as she’s in a hurry.
“Sure, but I’ve only got this” she sees the other two singletons and grumbles. Then she notices the lack of dividers and shouts “WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE???” and proceeds to SLAM down dividers between us.
From then on, I never use dividers, just to see who in the queue is likely to erupt.
Late Friday evening at the checkout there’s three of us in the queue. Guy at the front has two frozen pizzas, guy number 2 has a bottle of Vodka, guy number 3 (me), has a bottle of wine. None of us have used a divider, after all I’m not paying for his vodka and he’s not going to buy my wine.
We’re joined by a woman with a trolley full of chaos and she asks me if she can go in front as she’s in a hurry.
“Sure, but I’ve only got this” she sees the other two singletons and grumbles. Then she notices the lack of dividers and shouts “WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE???” and proceeds to SLAM down dividers between us.
From then on, I never use dividers, just to see who in the queue is likely to erupt.