I have other people's grandmas asking me to get something off the top shelves all the time. And if theres a cluster of them in the isle I'll give them an : Excuse me Ladies
I was taught to respect my elders
I was taught to respect my elders
Ha--that happens to me all the time too. "Honey, would you mind getting those pickled pig knuckles off the top shelf for me?" I guess I just look kind and trustworthy. Although a few weeks ago, I spent a good 10 minutes helping a little old man find the a particular kind of Progresso soup that he had a coupon for, bending over and searching the lower shelves. He seemed very sweet and genteel, until when I went to return to my cart, he thanked me and told me I had "beautiful legs." *snerk* Pervy little bugger.
As far as the inconsiderate clods that block the aisles, most of the ones I encounter are younger people (under 50, say). You say "excuse me," and they look at you like you just told them to go f**k themselves. There's definitely a "me first" mindset that is pervasive nowadays. I have no patience for such douchenozzlery. In general, like Clever, I leave my cart at the end of the aisle and walk down to pick up what I need. I just hate grocery shopping in general. Oh--another thing, why is it that I ALWAYS end up bagging my own groceries at Martin's? The one on Wesel Blvd is particularly bad about this. Even when it's not busy, it seems like I end up bagging my own. Not that I have a problem with that occasionally, but every single time? I'd patronize Weis instead, but I like Martin's organic foods section. :/
