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:
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.
Slice of Pink