So, I pump my gas and go inside. There is only one cashier so I get in line behind 2-3 high school aged kids.
C - Cashier
K - Come on Mom just loan me ten dollars!
C - Why don't you just go to the ATM?
K - I don't have time!
C - Well if you weren't always with your slacker friends (many of whom were present in the store) you'd have time!
K - But MOM!
C - Fine, but you had better go to the ATM first thing tomorrow, you got it?
K - Whatever.
[Meanwhile your heroine, me, is getting more than a little exasperated as we already had to push the time back by 30 minutes in order to make it on time, and now it's looking like we're not even going to make that.]
So then the cashier pulls out her purse, digs around, finds a $20, opens her drawer to make change, then puts half of it away and gives the other half to her son. Finally done, right? Wrong.
K - *hands cashier a soda and bag of chips*
C - It's $1.79
K - *hands cashier debit card*
C- You're paying for this with your DEBIT CARD? What about the $10 I just loaned you!
K - I need that for later!
C - Don't you have to work tonight! What could you possibly need it for?
K - *whine* I don't work until 9:30 mom!
C - Whatever, just give it to me.
[Meanwhile the other friends of this kid have made their way up to the front with their choices, and they all tried to join the kids already standing there thus cutting in front of me in line. To which I responded with the Glare Of Doom and a deadpan "I was first." To which the teenagers grumbled but got out of my way.]
So the cashier finally finished ringing her son up, and it was *finally* my turn. Did I get a hello? No. No greeting whatsoever. I set my redbull on the counter and requested a pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights, Box. Meanwhile she and her son are still arguing. She grabbed Marlboro Lights instead. I corrected her mistake. She grabbed Marlboro Menthols. I corrected her mistake again. Her and her son are still arguing. She grabbed Marlboro Menthol Lights, Softpack. I correct her mistake again vowing to throw the next pack of wrong cigerettes at her son. They're still arguing. I had to tell her three times "I have gas on 12". After time two I should have just taken her not ringing it up as an indication that I didn't have to pay for it. Damn my honesty.
15 minutes after I entered the gas station, I finally make it back to my car. 15 minutes. In a gas station. With one person in front of me in line. I'd say I was exaggerating, but my waiting friend, who was also less than pleased informed me that it was 15 minutes to the minute. We were late. Thankfully the boys had waited to make a reservation, but still.
I mean seriously. Even when I would visit my mom at the FAMILY BUSINESS, if a customer came in I'd make myself scarce in the office until she was finished and we could finish our discussion. Very poor form on both the kid, and his mother's part.