So I'm getting in the express checkout line at Publix, and notice that the guy in front of me has like 25 items in his cart.
"Excuse me, sir, but this is the express lane."
"Yeah, well, I'm in a hurry."
So I shrug and move to the regular line to the left. Two people in front of me, neither of whom have that much. I pretty much zoom through.
Meanwhile, in the express lane, the woman two shoppers ahead of Mr. I'm in a hurry is attempting to use Phone Pay for the first time, and it is not going well. The line hasn't moved since I changed lanes. I wave to Mr. I'm in a hurry on my way out.
Petty, perhaps, but he deserved it, mainly because he was wearing a Georgia t-shirt and mask.
Roll Tide.
"Excuse me, sir, but this is the express lane."
"Yeah, well, I'm in a hurry."
So I shrug and move to the regular line to the left. Two people in front of me, neither of whom have that much. I pretty much zoom through.
Meanwhile, in the express lane, the woman two shoppers ahead of Mr. I'm in a hurry is attempting to use Phone Pay for the first time, and it is not going well. The line hasn't moved since I changed lanes. I wave to Mr. I'm in a hurry on my way out.
Petty, perhaps, but he deserved it, mainly because he was wearing a Georgia t-shirt and mask.
Roll Tide.