However, I do not tolerate being overlooked and ignored while I'm right in front of you, in your line.
Yesterday, my mom called asked me if I would go to Wal-mart with her and spend some time with her while she did the grocery getting thing. I said sure. I told her that I was about ten minutes behind her (we were driving home from work) and that I would meet her there, as I had to pick up a few things, too.
I get there and we share a buggy, picking out our stuff. We managed to survive getting barreled over by some horse-playing teenagers (Lots of good

C-Cashier
E-Me
M-Mom
OC-other cashier in lane next to us
CF-Cashier's friend
CC-Cashier's co-worker
C- How are you? *Begins scanning groceries.*
E- I'm fine, thanks and yourself? *smiles and moves down to the little stand to begin writing my check.*
M- *Begins putting her stuff on the counter.*
C- *Looks past me to OC* So, tell me what (insert name here) said, last night!
OC- She said that she gon' kick his ass!
E- *annoyed look, but is still nice* Excuse me, I need (blah brand of cigs and blah other brand of cigs) in the box, please.
C- *Doesn't even hear me, but looks over her shoulder and sees her friend.* Yo bitch. Where you been?
Now at this point, my mom is pissed. I may cuss like a sailor, but she doesn't and was getting pretty damn offended by this point.
Cashier and her friend continue to talk for a couple of minutes and while this is going on, the cashier has stopped scanning altogether and is just leaning against her checkstand. So, I repeat myself.
E- I need (blah brand and other blah brand) of cigs, please.
C- Hey, I gotta go. This woman is getting impatient.
E- *Instantly pissed.*
C- *Turns to get my cigs (2 different brands) and brings back the wrong ones.*
E- No, not those. *repeats the kind three more times as she gets the wrong ones and has to keep turning back.*
C- *Turns back the last time and gets the correct ones, finally. Of course, not without seeing her co-worker and begins to talk while she scans the cigs. She drops them in the bag and tells me my total, then turns back to her co-worker and begins talking again.*
E- *Writing out my check, has a brainfart and forgets the date.* Is today the 15th or 16th?
C- *Looks back at me with an annoyed look on her face.* The 16th. *Starts talking to her co-worker again.* So, where you stay at?
E- *Clears her throat and tears check out and hands it over with ID.*
C- *Huffs and walks back over to the checkstand and peers at my check.* Um, today's the 15th.
E- I asked you what the date was and you said it was the 16th.
C- No, I didn't. That's your total. (For reference, my total was 18.53) Now I need you to change the date.
E- *Doesn't argue, just changes the date.*
C- *Runs the check through the register and bags my last item...a 2 liter soda dropped right on a pack of hamburger buns. Turns her back without giving me my receipt.*
E- Can I have my receipt?
C- Here. *snatches it off and just tosses it at me and turns to begin ringing up my mom's stuff.*
This has turned out to be long enough, so I won't regale you with my mom's horrible service story from the same cashier. I didn't go to the manager because I was exhausted and ready to get home, but I'm not expecting that he would have done much, anyhow.