Adventures in Idiocy - Tuesday edition

I'm trying to keep to just one post a day and not sit at my keyboard like a squirrel on crack.  But....I went out in public today and I guess that "come hither you idiots" sign was on my back!  Who would have thought that a short trip to the supermarket & Wawa would have been so complicated?

Wawa:  my buddy is BACK!  I haven't seen much of her since I made her cry, and never when she was working the register.  Today she snuck up on me while I was getting my fountain soda and informed me that I was not allowed to dump out that extra ½ cup of ice that came spewing out. (as a side note, can someone PLEASE invent an ice dispenser that doesn't alternate between giving you 1 cube and 450 cubes at a time?  It's the same thing every time:  you put your cup under the dispenser and 1 cube comes out....wait for it, wait for it....another cube...wait for it and BAM!  your cup is overflowing as you quickly jump back from the machine trying to not get hit by flying ice.  A little consistency in the flow would be nice.  Oh yeah - and more places with Diet Pepsi at the fountain soda dispenser....am I the only person out there who prefers Pepsi over Coke?).  I asked her what the per-cube charge would be and I honestly think that she was about to quote me a price when my buddy the Manager yelled across the store for her to come help him with something.   Ah well, maybe next time! (for you newbies, no I do not enjoy taunting the mentally disabled....but this chick and I have "issues")

Next - the supermarket for just a few things.  And since I care about baby polar bears, I have my little reusable grocery bag.  I have quite a collection of them...about 15 of them that I have bought at various stores when I needed them.   I keep them all together in my car and just grab 1 or 2 when I am going in for a quick shop, or all when I do a major shop.  It never occured to me that my little bags need to be "store appropriate", but it seems that someone thinks they should. 

[I throw my bag on the belt along with my other things and watch as the checker moves my bag to the side and proceeds to put my groceries in a plastic one. ]

Me (very nicely, I might add): I don't need a bag - I gave you one

Cashier: Oh - we can only use our cloth bags...these are from Trader Joes

Me:  what are you talking about?  You've never had that rule?

Cashier:  you need to buy more bags from us if you don't have ours with you

Me:  I just don't see that happening.  Now please give me my bag and I'LL put my groceries in the bag

Cashier:  <big sigh, eyeroll> FINE!

(and then she proceeds to put my groceries in the plastic bag and in my Trader Joes bag).  Looks like the polar bears lose today!

I guess they must be getting a commission on the sale of bags or something because that is most certainly NOT the store's policy.  Still, did she really think that anyone was going to fall for that? (and no - I didn't complain to the store manager.  The Queen was melting down and I just wanted to get out of there)

I am now safely back in my home, where only my kids can annoy the shit out of me.  Lucky for them, they do it so well!