An open letter to the lady behind me in line at Costco who was purchasing a giant box of Cheetos, a flat of Red Bull, 6 cartons of Marlboro Lights, and a digital bathroom scale:
Dear Pushy,
Would you mind not squeezing, piling, jamming, and crowding your items onto to the conveyor belt in such a manner that your items are trespassing over the plastic divider into my item area?
And the heavy sighing? Lady, it ain’t helping, not one bit. In fact, I think it may be making me move sloooower.
Yours truly,
Slice of Pink
Oh my gosh! That same lady also shops at MY Costco - all the way over here in New England!
Posted by: Kari | June 09, 2005 at 05:00 AM
This lady is quite the traveler. I have also seen her in Sam's and Kroger down in the ATL... amazing.
Rach
Posted by: Rachael | June 09, 2005 at 08:47 AM
her cousin is down here in texas...she loves to push her cart into your back while waiting in line. and only retreats a mere 3inches after apologizing for the brused spine.
Posted by: ix | June 09, 2005 at 08:51 AM
She must stay away from the midwest. Here we just have people who will get in line with 4 flatbeds full of stuff. Then you're in line for 30 minutes...
Posted by: NCTRNL | June 09, 2005 at 09:15 AM
damn ladies! ha ha ha!
i love you Janet!
Posted by: Kathryn | June 09, 2005 at 09:19 AM