“It was lunchtime and I was purchasing a sandwich and drink from a local supermarket.
While I was waiting in line, this woman, we’ll call her LB, was shrieking down her phone. She’s visibly making everyone angry in the general vicinity with her swearing and general attitude.
As it was coming up to my turn to check out, she’s decided she’s fed up with waiting and puts her big bag of M&M’s in front of my lunch on the conveyor and said, ‘I need to go first.’
Without so much as a moment to think and without making eye contact, I pick them up and move them behind my items, saying nothing.
RED ALERT: DIVERT ALL POWER TO DRIVE!
LB: ‘What the heck are you doing?’
Me: ‘I was here first; wait your turn.’
LB: ‘Forget you! I am on my lunch break and I have a very important job, blah blah blah.’ (I can’t remember the whole rant.)
Me: ‘It’s lunchtime; everyone is on lunch. You have to wait.’
LB: ‘Forget you! I asked nicely!’
At this point, LB threw her M&M’s in front of my lunch still ranting and it was my turn to check out, enter awesome check-out girl. (Who we’ll call ‘ACG’.)
So after seeing the bag of M&M’s land on the conveyor, I decided I would accept LB’s gracious offering and buy the M&M’s for myself, leaving her M&M-less.
Of course, the battle was not yet over, more screaming was coming my way.
LB: ‘What are you doing? Those are mine!’
Me: ‘Nope, I’m paying for them now. If you want M&M’s, you’ll have to go get some and wait in line.’
LB: ‘You’re a thief! You stole my M&M’s!’
Me: ‘No, I just bought the M&M’s you rudely threw onto my pile of stuff.’
LB: ‘I’m not getting any more. Give me my M&M’s back. You’re a thief!’
ACG: ‘Ma’am, I suggest you go and get a new pack and wait in line. There are people waiting. The gentleman has not stolen anything; he paid money for the M&M’s.’
LB: ‘Call the freaking manager. Get this piece of trash kicked out for stealing.’
Me: ‘Mind if I step out anyway? I have a very important job and I’m on lunch?’
LB: ‘Where are you goi-‘
ACG: ‘Sure, here’s your receipt.’
Me: ‘Thanks.’
To wrap up, the M&M’s were delicious. I shared them with my co-workers. I don’t know if LB went back to get some, but I highly recommend them.”
Another User Comments:
“I was at a gas station once, and when it was my turn to check out, I went to step up to the counter and this punk kid came up and literally stepped in front of me, so my nose was almost touching the back of his head. I took a step back and said, “Hey man, there’s a line.” He turned around and said, “Yeah, and now I’m in front of you in it, and you ain’t gonna do anything about it.”
I started calling this dude every name in the book but avoided physical contact because I know that’s what he was waiting for and I just let it pass because I could tell this kid wanted a fight. Mind you, he was like 6’2″, 160 lbs, soaking wet, and I was at the time 6’0″, 225. I was also a D2 college wrestler and was doing some amateur MMA fighting at the time, plus I was with my little brother who is bigger than me, tougher than me, and has a shorter temper than me (but he couldn’t kick my butt due to big brother strength), so it would have been a very, very bad day in this kid’s autobiography if he tried anything. I just didn’t want to get in a fight at a gas station over someone cutting a checkout line.
Long story short, I just let the dude go first while I cussed him out and he threatened to beat my butt. When I came out of the gas station, he and his two other boys were standing between me and my car and jumping around and stuff. One little dude and one big fat jerk. Me and my brother high-tailed it out of there while they called us weak, ran several blocks away. Dudes ended up getting arrested in the parking lot as they waited for us to come back to the car. Apparently, the cashier hit the silent alarm when the dude was flipping out in the gas station.” Diiiiirty
