i went to a new giant super colossal store near my work to get some canvas for a project. most craft/fabric stores are hellish because there is always a horribly long line to get your fabric cut and then they always start the same conversation- "so what are YOU going to be making?" in my head i say something like" a death cloth for my grandma" but i always falter and stumble over what my project will be. like those crafties really care. so of course the fabric cutting line was long- its also a new store and spring break so mobs of people were there- in addition they have all sorts of 50% off coupons right now. anyway, there are 4 people cutting fabric including- god bless her- a 70 yr old woman who was slow as molasses. i was watching her fold and i wanted to claw my eyeballs out she was taking so long. so of course who calls my #?
she asked me at least 4 or 5 times how many yards i wanted. then when she couldn't get her scanner dealy to work she just stood there and looked at her co-workers hoping her subtle quiet looks would somehow draw their attention to her- wait! someone looked at her! she smiles! they walk away! another co-worker looks at her- she smiles! in my head i'm screaming "what the f$%#k!!!!! why are you standing there not asking for help!!!! kill me now!!!!!" so after a week of her awkward pause or soul searching or whatever she was doing whilst i stabbed her with sharp pins from my eyeballs she quietly turns to try again and somehow gets it to work. all of her other co-workers are asking diligently if people have coupons. i'm holding mine in my hand. she does not ask. whatever- i don't want to deal with her anymore!!! so of course the checkout guy rolls his eyes when he sees my coupons "they are supposed to give the credit at the fabric counter". luckily everything was half off or i would have beat her over the head with a couple of yards of pre-printed fleece......
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