You know the kind; metal, four wheels, full of some kind of produce (apples in this case) and heavy as HELL. I'm sure you will have seen some poor bastard dragging one around on a visit to your local superstore. Or perhpaps, you wont have, because when I'm hauling one of these bad-boys through the store people seem to literally ignore my presence.
Honestly, I dont understand it. Its not like they are inconspicuous... they are not easy to miss. They're over six feet tall, and make a huge grinding, trundeling racket when rolling.
Here we are though, case in point. I've just turned the conrner onto my department (produce; fruit, veg that kind thing) and I need to get to the bottom of the isle, to the mod (shelf) with the apples on. Unfortunatly in-between my destination and I there is a blockage. A large, freshy blockage.
I'm talking about three trollies, and four...overly large people, stood having a chat in the middle of one of the isles. I would have trouble squeizing past them if they were thin, but right now its impassable.
I jam my heels into the ground to slow my cage down, which makes a loud rattleing noise. Do they look around? No. The largest of the women laughs at something one of the other blockage causers has said.
I adress the woman closest to me, ''excuse me'' I say easily loud enough to be heard. I am always polite, no matter how goddamn annoying it is that people talk in large groups in the middle of the isles. It isn't hard to step to one side!
She ignores me. Totally absorbed in what the fattest woman is now saying. I ask her again, this time the man across the isle hears me and turns (he is probably ten feet fruther away from me), yet the blockage causer doesn't even blink.
Right.
I reach out, say excuse me one final time and tap her on the arm.
BAD MOVE.
Judging by the way her head snaps around, her GLARE and the way her face is twsited, she obviously has some sort of serious arm complaint which causes her intense pain when touched. Oh wait, no, I saw the only man of the group touching it as I apporached. Obviously the thought of someone as lowly as a customer assistant touching her was too much to bear politley.
At least she moves. Well, by that I mean she drags her trolley a little closer to her huge mass and takes a step further into the group. It's still going to be a pain to get through, but hey, I always did like a challenge. I turn towards the cage, grab it and start to pull my weight backward to start it rolling again.
Just as I turn around to try and negotiate the newly formed space, a kind gentleman rams his trolley into the gap. Shit, we're going to collide, Ive just got the cage roling; I physically cant stop it in the bare foot I have left.
At the LAST second physcially possible he swerves, hitting the largest womans trolly; pushing it into her. I again stop my cage to make sure everyone is ok... but the man has simply carried on and not even looked back. When I glance at the fat woman, I get a scowel and a dissaproving look as if I am somehow the one at fault.
Wonderful.
One of my co-workers has seen the incident and laughs as I pass her "At least no one has run a trolley into you today..."
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