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A local store did a remodel and changed the wording in the express lane to “about 12 items.”
So, there I was, happy go lucky, minding my own business, no unhappier than any other day. After having noticed the sign, I saw the person up ahead with what looked like more than 12 items. Hoping to find something to wage war over (not outwardly but inwardly), I began doing a product count. Yep, silently and from a distance, I went into full inventory mode. I counted, recounted, checked, verified, and repeat. Oh yeah, the civilized one had 14 items.
Oh I was mad. Not at the customer. I wanted to be mad at the customer, but the defense would have been it’s about 12. I mean, shit, 14 is around 12. Furious! I wanted to be angry so bad I started having evil thoughts about the store. How dare they complicate matters. A simple little sign that says die if you go over x amount and all would be fine. But no, they want to fuck with me!
So, there I was, happy go lucky, minding my own business, no unhappier than any other day. After having noticed the sign, I saw the person up ahead with what looked like more than 12 items. Hoping to find something to wage war over (not outwardly but inwardly), I began doing a product count. Yep, silently and from a distance, I went into full inventory mode. I counted, recounted, checked, verified, and repeat. Oh yeah, the civilized one had 14 items.
Oh I was mad. Not at the customer. I wanted to be mad at the customer, but the defense would have been it’s about 12. I mean, shit, 14 is around 12. Furious! I wanted to be angry so bad I started having evil thoughts about the store. How dare they complicate matters. A simple little sign that says die if you go over x amount and all would be fine. But no, they want to fuck with me!