We tried to leave to go and do our shopping trip, some MS, some just retail shopping that had to be done. My son says, "wait, someone is coming to buy 6 dozen eggs. ok, so we wait.. got to my first grocery shop after 16:00 because we had to wait to sell eggs. The second grocery store is sooooooo badly managed, it always has been, but today was spectacular, even by their standards. Two full service checkout lines are supposed to be open at all times until 20:00. One checkout lane had 6 people inline, coming from two different directions, the other had none.
I got in the shorter line and the cashier said she is closed as soon as she is done with the customer she is currently cashing out. And that's fine, they are union employees and they have to take their required breaks. I have no arguement with that. I moved to the long line and I was talking to the nice folks in front of me for a minute.
Then this weasely little man comes running to the front of the store waving his arms. He talks to the cashier that is closing, then he did his strange dance with his arms flailing and goes to the service desk, then he comes back and brings a teenager, to reopen the closed register. She is obviously not yet 21, so I think there may be a problem with her selling alcohol, but I really don't know those laws. And I wasn't buying alcohol. Then the weasely little man ran off with his arms flailing in a different direction.
A very rude customer jumped into the line when the folks that were in front of me tried to get into the new line. They let me in ahead of them, since I had already been in that line once, but some other jackass decided he was special and nearly climbed over me to get to the register ahead of me.
Anyway, we needed to get to FedEx shipping before they closed at 19:00, so we hightailed it 35 miles as quick as my car would go legally, and got there at 18:55. I waited in the parking lot, my son got his shipment sent 30 minutes after they closed because the guy ahead of him spent $4000 to have a truck load of tiny individual boxes shipped overnight. We got back on the freeway, just to get off at the very next exit, to go to BJ's, because my son was so busy selling eggs he forgot to put the ice chest in the car, and I wanted some rolls for pulled pork and corned beef sandwiches (I also need more mustard, but forgot to buy it today).
We made it home, 20:30 (ish) Just in time for my son to sell another 11 dozen eggs, 2 gallon bottles of Franks Red Hot and ALL of the Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pies.
Remind me not to buy BJ's rotisserie chicken again, whoever is butchering their chickens is doing it wrong. I had to get out my chef's knives, not the ones I let my son ruin, to find something that could cut it. I'll be getting my rotisserie chicken at Costco from now on. Yes, I raise chickens. No, I don't eat them, they are egg production chickens, their meat SUCKS, and there isn't a lot of it anyway.
It's Friday night, and the first warmish Friday night in a few months. The weirdos and the drunks are out. Between dodging cops and drunks, getting home in a timely manner, so my son could sell more eggs, was a real adventure.
I'm home, it's cool in my home. I'm gonna turn into an astronaut and stare blankly at the television for a few hours. Might watch Warehouse 13 to make it all that much more interesting..