I’m doing my weekly grocery shop at a big-name supermarket. There’s one woman who keeps telling people she’s in a rush and pushing past them to get what she needs, with none of the usual “Sorry, can I just squeeze by you?” or “Excuse me…” pleasantries we like to exchange in this country.
I finish up and am standing in line at the checkout. The rude woman is behind me, making irritated noises and sighing a lot. I’m next in line when another register opens, so I wheel my trolley over, making sure I block the rude woman’s path so she can’t go first. I start unloading my items onto the conveyor belt.
Woman: “You really ought to let me go first, you know. I only have a few things, and I’m in a rush.”
Me: “Well, seeing as you’ve been so nice to everyone you’ve come in contact with in the shop today… no. You can wait.”
Woman: “But I’m in a hurry! This is my lunch break! I have to get back to work!”
Me: “Sounds like a ‘you’ problem to me. You can wait your turn, and don’t tell me what I ought to do. Even my mother doesn’t get to do that.”
Woman: “How rude of you!”
Me: “Oh, so we’re gonna go there, are we? You’ve consistently been rude to multiple people in this store, pushing and shoving and generally being annoying. You almost knocked one old man off his feet, and I haven’t heard a single ‘sorry’ or ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ come out of your mouth. So, now, you can wait. And I’m done talking.”
Woman: “I’ll get a manager! He’ll make you let me go ahead of you, and he’ll ban you from the store!”
At this point, the man behind the register pipes up.
Manager: “Actually, madam, I’m the manager on duty today. There’s no way I’d have made this lady let you check out first, and I wouldn’t have banned her for no reason. I’ve witnessed your behaviour today, too, and it was shockingly rude. Like the lady just told you, you can wait your turn.”
He turns to me and winks, also slowing the pace at which he’s scanning my things drastically.
Manager: “How would you like to pay today, madam? Cash? Card? Multiple cards? A bit of both?”
I planned on just using my debit card from my primary bank account, but I get the gist of what he is saying and play along.
Me: “Can I split it between three cards and then pay cash for the remainder?”
Manager: *Grinning* “Of course, you can. It’ll take a little longer, but I always like to accommodate valued customers like you.”
As my Ma says, it doesn’t cost anything to say, “Please,” and, “Thank you,” and, “Excuse me,” and those words get you a long way sometimes.