Mean People Suck

Today I saw a cashier cry and it wasn't because of me...

So, I'm at Robert's picking up a few things for a friend's birthday and the line is WAY long and mostly full of old people who are delighted to chit chat with the sweet soul running the cash register. She was adorable, probably about 19-20, married, and her husband was studying Biology at UVU and then he was hoping to go to Baylor for grad school. Baylor by the way is in Texas. (I already knew that but I thought I'd add it). She was working at Robert's because well, "May as well make good use of the time...".

Why do I know all of this? Um...because I heard her tell EVERY single customer that went through the line. Well, all except for the Rich Bitch standing in front of me. RB in her obscenely expensive clothes, ridiculously GINORMOUS diamond ring and attitude to boot stood there tapping her foot on the floor, her fingers on the cart, and checking her watch every 16 seconds, finally made her way to the front of the line and then told Sweet Soul that since it was taking so long she was only going to get the one bolt of ribbon and pushed her cart full of crap across the store. As Sweet Soul ran the credit card and they had the following conversation:

SS: This is what takes so long, running the credit cards...
RB: Yeah, that and CHATTING!
SS: I like to chat while I work because people seem to enjoy having someone nice to talk to them.
RB: Grrrrrrrrr. Not everyone!

RB grabs credit card, signs the receipt and runs out of the store. I'll admit that I was thinking mostly the same things but I would NEVER EVER have said anything because the little girl really did mean well and because I've worked retail at a scrapbook store and encountered so many of those women.

Anyway, mostly, I hope the Karma Police stop RB and make her pay for making the sweet cashier cry. And cry she did the entire time she was ringing up my stuff.