Ranters, not too long ago in Brooklyn, I had a mouth off fiasco. Now what does that mean do you ask? Or even be like who cares? Lolz, I can’t blame you.
I shop at ShopRite because of the savings it provides for me. There are some weird characters lurking there from time to time but nothing that would deter me to stop buying the groceries I needed.
Now my mom and I like to recycle and we use the bottle bins where you would get the 5 cents back. YES I am ADMITTING this in public. I am the one who stands against the local Brooklyn Chinese women who refuses to donate my trash can of plastic and glass bottles. Now that I have confessed my scarlet letter is open to the public.
Then my mom has also taught me the art of coupons. We try to use as many as possible. I have not gotten to the Krazy Coupon lady status but it does save money.
So when we got to the window the coupons got a little confusing because they were both from manufacturers and from ShopRite. That being said a middle aged guy started yelling at both my mother and I that we were cheap, we had no money and of course we were holding up the line. This made me angry and I stood up for myself by saying “if the roles were reversed I would have waited calmly for you.” A second guy got involved. Then there was also an issue being made by additional people by which method of payment we were using: EBT SNAP, Cash, or Credit Card. Apparently if you use a credit card with coupons your extremely poor. At that point I ranted and told him he could either offer the money or “shut-up” and everybody else “could mind their own business.” Omg, Brooklynites so many people mouthing off at the same time that could led to a headache.
The cashier was also slightly off
her light bulb. We gave her the ticket for the bottle deposit and she didn’t minimize the balance but rather did a whole transaction which made our fans groan in misery some more. Supermarkets tend to have long lines in Brooklyn but this crowd was just obnoxious. I made sure when I made things clear but things got strange when the cashier turned around and said “You are a receiver” with a slightly glazed look on her face. “IDIOT” and I walked away with my groceries. Why would she even say that as a cashier working in a grocery store?!
4 thoughts on “Experience a mouth-off, ShopRite”
This store is the Capitol of Idiocy. This is the same place where the nasty guy sells candy by the elevators and they redesigned the store so you have to wander around like a rat in a maze. Where are the eggs? Where is the cheese? Who knows anymore? Nothing is where it used to be. And speaking of cheese, why is the shredded cheese in one section and the sliced cheese in a totally different place? And cream cheese is in a third place. KEEP THE CHEESE TOGETHER! Sheesh, is it so hard to use some common sense? And did you ever try to buy pretzel sticks there? I warn you, it is an Odyssey of epic proportions. First you find the snack aisle, which may or may not have changed since you last saw it- this store is like the Twilight Zone of Food. Then you find the pretzels. Let’s see. Pretzel twists, pretzel logs, pretzel thins, pretzel waffles, popcorn, potato chips- what the? Did I miss the pretzel sticks? WHERE ARE THE PRETZEL STICKS? Oh my heavens above, where are the pretzel sticks? So you look to the left, you look to the right, you do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around and FINALLY you see the pretzel sticks right next to the weird microbrew beer section, with strange names like Big Boobs Pale Ale and El Diablo Lager. So of course that’s where the pretzel sticks would be. And don’t get me started about the fish section. I DO NOT eat fish. This is my choice. If you eat fish, then go for it, more power to you. But love fish or hate fish, they put the fish aisle in the part of the store where it is GUARANTEED to stink up the entire store. I don’t care if you are a fish gourmet from the undersea kingdom of Atlantis, you must admit that the smell of fish lying in a display case under hot lights is not pleasant at best and stomach-turningly nauseous at worst. But there it is! Right next to the chicken cutlets on one side and the potato salad on the other. It is a miracle that the potato salad does not taste like cod or trout or whatever scaly thing they sell there from the depths of the ocean. Do they sell squid there too? I’m just curious. Anyway, this store is a madhouse. “A madhouse!” (That’s a Planet of the Apes quote. Do you know the movie? If you haven’t seen it I think you should. If you are the type of person to take movie recommendations from random strangers on a message board, them see that film.) But where were we? ShopRight? Yeah, that store sucks.
And another thing. I was there once and they had a big display of mousetraps next to the fresh fruit. What are they saying? That my house is so dirty that I have mice going after my apples? That rats are going to eat my oranges? They don’t know me. They’ve never been to my house. Mr. ShopRite never had a bad meal in my kitchen, he’s got a lot of nerve to say I keep a dirty mouse-filled home. And what I do with my plums are my own business, thank you very much.
This narration of yours could turn into part 2 of mine! lolz the first comment cracked me up badly!
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