People who spend ages at the checkout because they are so slow rearranging their bags, putting change away, putting their...

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purse in their bag, zipping their bag up, faffing around really annoy me. Can't they just move to the side so someone else can get served. AIBU to be pissed off with them? (Yes, I do have PMT)

I put my receipt into my purse every time. I also manage to stow my purse away safely and securely before leaving the till. I also do it in a timely fashion. I may not have a job to get back to but other people do. I might not be rushing to get to an appointment but other people are. The whole world doesn't revolve around one person and their packing foibles (people with illnesses/generally less able excluded obviously) If you think "Ah well, I waited MY turn, you can wait yours" that's just mean!

Thank you, Bupcakes. I just needed the loo...

i always stick my card in the machine before the stuff even goes through.

Then i say no cashback before they even ask me.

Oh, I do that in W.H Smiths. I say 'No chocolate, please.' before they ask.

You'd hate me then. I'm really slow and crap at packing and sometimes don't take my purse out til the very end, I even sometimes get distracted and have to be told to put my pin number in. I think the while competitive fastest packer thing is quite funny. I just can't do it.

And the evil look the cashier gave me once when I placed my basket on the belt without unloading it. Forgot where I was for a sec, used to live overseas where they do everything for you including packing and wiping your arse.

In WHSmiths I always pipe up with 'would you like to buy some pocket lint' which puts them off their confectionary peddling.

DS is usually a distraction to the WHSmiths cashier.

You are being unreasonable. Be nicer.

I try to do it if the cashier has been throwing my wine groceries around with gay abandon and paying no mind to the fact that I am desperately trying to pack the shopping up and deal with child who is by this point, at the end of his tether.

It's like having people dangerously overtake you in your car only for them to get stuck at the traffic lights ten metres away - no point in damaging my shopping, good Sir, for I will depart when I have packed my things and paid in the time it takes me to do so, I think.

But I am hopelessly NICE and always have my loyalty card and vouchers ready and would never make someone else wait just to make my point so always end up with change on the floor and often forgetting a bag of shopping because I don't want to be a nuisance.

There is a special place in hell reserved for scratch-card buyers who barge back to the front of the queue to collect their winnings and buy MORE FUCKING CARDS however.

"purse in their bag, zipping their bag up,"

What is that all about though - the ZIP of the bag at the end??

I'm fascinated - and I wish I'd got the guts to do it.

Instead I can't move trolley away fast enough with change still in hand to sort out by the wall.

I practise being very calm in queues now. I stand there thinking of gently flowing mountain streams and cute little bunny rabbits.

I used to screw my face up and will the slow people to BURST INTO FLAME!!!!, but it never worked anyway - sigh.

YANBU
People taking forever at the supermarket queue drives me mad. When I had my hand bandaged (could use it at all) I made sure I moved my trolley across so I didn't hold anyone up.

I hate people who pack really slowly, dont get their card out until they have packed, etc. It shows how amazingly selfish some people are. I pack and pay very quickly as I know how annoying it is when people don't. Obviously I don't when the person is old with arthritis, doh. Also can't stand people who buy something like a birthday card then ask for a plastic bag. Also peeved at people who don't bring their own shopping bags to put food in and take hundreds of plastic bags.

I hate people who talk to the customer in front of me and pass pleasantries. It gets very bad in small towns and villages. Disgraceful yokels.

Thats it - next time I am at Sainsburys I will refuse help from the cashier and pack everything myself as slowly as I possibly can in the hope one of you meanies is behind me!!

Patience, as the saying goes, is a virtue...

Some of you haven't read the thread. glares at swallowthree

YABU

I have RA and find it hard to get my bags/handbag/purse etc together quickly....I am not being slow on purpose, I am slow because I have RA.

You sound lovely btw

DH is one of the ones who waits until the cashier gives a price, then looks for his wallet. He is genuinely incapable of thinking ahead and I love him despite this glaring fault!

Drives me nuts though.

We live in an area a lot of people retire to and it never ceases to amaze me how many older ladies stand in the queue, chat to the till lady, bag stuff up and then act as though it's a total surprise to be asked for money. They then have to rummage in their bag, find their purse, search for the money hidden in it before paying then returning all flustered to pack the last bits. Why not have their purse and money handy, after all it is a shop!

Having said that I find myself irrationally amused by the little old men who produce an enormous handful of change and shrapnel from their pockets then have to sort it all out before counting it out to the till operator one coin at a time............:)

Becaroooo, please read the thread.

Ive got a solution!

We should have slow lane and fast lane tills in supermarkets like motorways.

Then the only problem is getting people to realise which lane they should be in. Once we crack that, I get peace to pay without you breathing down my neck, and all you important people get back to MNing on with your important stuff more quickly.

What do you think?

rhondajean I like your idea.

The fast lane would contain some sort of guillotine, so that if you faffed for more than 2 seconds, your head is cut off.

That'll learn em.

Yes, and the slow one could have mines so that if you move to close to the person in front you get blown up!

Loving it. Fast/slow/lazy/pushy bastards.