The Grocery Store

I hate food shopping. I hate coupon clipping, I hate that there seems to be nothing you want to eat there, I hate the teenage girl that is too friggin slow at the register and the fact that she has time to have a conversation with other teenage cashiers on my time. I HATE the people who sit there & watch their little packages go down the conveyer belt, pile up at the bottom and jam up the entire scan/bag/place in cart system. They wait for the poor teenage cashier to bag their shit. I hate that!! How lazy can you be?! Bag your shit man (in my experience it is the common occurance of the middle aged man but I have seen middle aged women at fault), you see me standing there waiting for you but you think you are better then me or anyone else in line. I have news for you, you are not.
Every time I go to the grocery store it is riddled with old people. I like old people I swear, but I would really like them to shop at the crack of dawn when they get up, not at high noon where people are trying to get lunch & eat it on a strict 60 minute time line or when people who just worked a long day are just trying to pick up a nutritious meal for the ones that they love. They clog up the isles, walking slow, oblivious to anyone else around them, having a 2 hour conversation with their shopping mate about which bran bread is better.
Do you lose brain cells when you enter the store? Any sense of manners, urgency, common courtesy flies out the window? Why do you not know that baby B is a girl? She is dressed from head to toe in pink, which I assume is a dead give away, but alas, I get more "what a cute fellow/sweet boy" than I know what to do with. it boggles the mind.
I hate that store, but I will be back, with the masses, next week.