On this night, I walked in, grabbed my soda, and put it down on the counter to wait to get checked out.
To my left was one of the usual clerks, putting something on a rack. To my rack was another usual clerk, putting something on a rack. Both clerks made eye contact with me, and both clerks just went on to doing what they were doing...
I waited about thirty seconds, which is actually quite a long long to be standing at a counter in silence with two people beside you.
I didn't say anything, because we all knew I was there, and I figured 'Hell. Maybe what they're doing is a matter of life or death...' (Right? Right.) Plus, a part of me believed they'd stand up soon.
I jingled my keys a bit...
Finally, a clerk from the back room comes out, looks at me, looks at his two other coworkers, and asks,
"Has anyone helped you yet?" You could tell he was a little annoyed at them. Poor guy. I'd hate working with people like that. Oh, wait! I do work with people like that.
In retrospect, I wish I would have said, 'Oh, is this counter open?' to the two to my side, or something like that, even though there's only one counter--just to show that I'm there and I'm standing there, and...I'm here! Heh.
But I was in a slightly shitty mood and didn't feel like being the one to get things rolling when it was their job to do it. I take the blame for not speaking up. However, at that point, it was already ridiculous. There should have been no need to speak up when they'd both made eye contact with me. But I tell you what: I'd be curious to know how long I would have stood there while these two jokers on the floor waited to see if the other would get up first. A minute? A minute and a half?
Oh, and another glorious detail: The guy on the left is usually pretty cranky, and he sometimes is a little slower because he has a bad right hand--it's limp and he can't do anything with it. But he's not usually one to ignore a customer. Lady on the right, though, is slower than Christmas at any given time of the day. If she sees you standing at the counter, she'll usually saunter over to it as slowly as she possibly can. You can tell it's quite an effort for her to walk that slow, as it'd be for anyone.
Usually I'm so sweet and understanding, but I'm in a pretty craptastic mood today. This feels like therapy!