The Punishers and "The Bag"
I'm as angry tonight as I have ever been, almost. But it ends in tears of frustration and feeling hurt every time.
A woman started to cut in line at lunch, and I started to call her on it, but abandoned the idea. She kept an icy stare at me, so I looked at her. She said "Would you like to go ahead?" I accepted, since I was feeling faint from not eating. Then she punished me the whole wait in line. She really got creative w/ it, for a Seattleite.
Then this evening I bought a $75 comforter at Target in Factoria. Too late to notice, I got the checkout guy who fought me on not giving me a bag a few weeks ago. "It's just a bag" I said. He tried to put my new towel in my takeout bag from the Greek place. I yelped "Hey, there's food in there." He made a big deal of looking into my big purse, as if there was room. He had this Ted Bundy psycho smile the whole time.
Tonight he didn't bag up the comforter. I asked for one. He said "There's a handle". He continued to fight me even after I said I might have to get the manager, after all, it's just a bag that costs maybe 1/100th of a cent (it was the cheap bags). The checkout girl across the way stared. The customer behind me stared, like how dare you insist? It wouldn't fit in a bag finally, so they all exchanged superior smirks. I hated that typical white, upper middle income middle-aged streak blonde bitch behind me.
When I got done paying, he got even more -manic smile, and left the comforter on the counter and looked at me and gestured with his head and said "Go on. There it is". Bold as shit. The lady behind me smiled.
I went up front to talk to a manager and got stalled by two little girls, then the asst. manager, a big blonde hoss was so passive agressive. They wouldn't give me a complaint form, said they were all out. I started to leave, but she challenged with mean eyes "We don't have bags to fit that, sorry", like she wanted to start something. I said "You know it isn't about the bag". Ironically the bag broke when I pulled it off the counter. She did put it in another single bag. I had her doublebag it.
So I thought damn, and I started to write out a note but their pen wouldn't work on the formica counter and I asked them for a backing and they just stared and didn't move a muscle.
I ended up throwing the pen, screaming and cursing and I was in really a blind rage, because I'm sick of putting up with it. I told her I was angry because she had treated it like easy come, easy go. She said "I apologize, I'm really sorry that that's the way you perceived it." I said "Why don't you just apologize for doing it?" She said "You have a nice day". I can't take it anymore. Stupid, nasty, mean people, always challenging me at the get-go, and they're like dog with a bone. They never let go, until they've worn you down and/or someone's going to jail/hospital.
Even reading this, I can't describe the way it was. How pleased she seemed, feigning surprise at the same time. They're always so confident, like they know they'll be backed up here.
I have an accent, it's not like their goose honk ugly accent. So they know I'm not from here. I know that's part, if not all, of it.