I am the queen of picking the wrong line. Always.
The grocery store, Kmart, Kohls, Wally's World....whatever.
I always pick the wrong checkout line. Without.Fail.
Just this week I had to go to the bank to deposit a check. I rarely go to the bank anymore since everything is done online (hallelujah), but since I was there, I happened to be next door to a Kmart.
Now, I know Kmart's are not all that. You know...not all that, ehh...classy, let's say. But, I had to pick up some wipes, and a part for our toilet that just keeps running. It was right there, after all.
And if you're anything like me, you plan your trips out around your baby's happy time, and when you're pushing it, it could easily turn into overly-tired CryFest 2010. So, needless to say, I didn't want to waste any time traveling to Target which is about 15 minutes further.
So to Kmart we go.
We pick up a few things and cruise through the aisles. I realize while walking around that there IS something calming about that place versus the dreaded Walmart. It's totally quiet and there is hardly anyone there versus the masses at WM.
I figure we're starting to cut it close to non-happy time, and so I better go check out.
There are, of course only 2 lanes open. It's Kmart after all, so no need for 349034 checkout lines.
Both lines are surprisingly pretty full..eh...maybe about 4 people deep. No big deal...it'll go fast, I thought.
I could tell that the older woman at the register was having some kind of issue. I started to peer over to the other line checking out how fast it's moving, but I kept double guessing myself. If I move, chances are someone over there will end up having some kind of issue at checkout, and it'll serve me right for moving lines to begin with.
So, of course, I stay put. And of course, the line starts to build up behind me--so, I end up getting stuck anyway.
At least 5 minutes goes by. 5 minutes? Not a huge deal, normally.
My on-edge baby added a teeny-tiny bit of urgency, however. I pulled out all the stops. We were singing (okay, I was singing), making babbling noises, humming, pushing the stroller back and forth, pulling odds and ends from the shelves for her to 'play' with while we waited. You know, the usual.
Then, the guy who was 2nd in line got out of line and returned his stuff, and left the store. Obviously, he didn't want to be bothered with waiting.
I can't blame him, honestly. Woman up at the register was taking FORever and making the poor cashier "try my card again, I swear there's money on it" about 75x even though it repeatedly came up declined.
The woman in front of me had one box of cheez-it's. ONE measly box.
About 10 minutes had passed by this point.
She even took a few steps back and admired Emeline and 'chatted' with her for a few seconds. Anything to pass the time and try to avoid the eye-rolling. I felt her pain.
Finally, she huffed...."I can live without this box of crackers! I'm outta here" and walked out of line.
Honestly? If I wasn't A. Jammed in the line with a stroller and B. Stock-piled with wipes, toilet parts, baby shampoo/bubble bath, a new fleece for E, and lightbulbs--I woulda high-tailed it out of there too.
The two people in front of me were both gone now. Woman was STILL at the register, STILL insisting that this so-called gift card had $50 on it. She didn't care even one.tiny.bit that people had left the line, or that I had a semi-fussy baby on my hands, not to mention the line that now trailed back to the jewelry counter.
She finally said, "Oh, I'll just take this to customer service and try it there, I don't want to hold anybody up". [Too late!]
Um, yea. Good thinking 20freakingminuteslater.
Meanwhile, I watched 10...maybe 15 people blow through the line I SHOULD have gotten in to begin with all during the time I stood there waiting. Entertaining my bored child. Having small talk with strangers. Watching Kmart lose sales.
This is the story of my life. I always, without fail choose the wrong line.