I hear what you're saying, sarameg. The thing I hate is when I'm handed bags, a receipt, bills, and coins and there's some ass behind me who won't let me have 1 second to put some stuff away. Sometimes the ass is behind the counter.

Yeah, that annoys me too. I give pass for the initial fumble. It's just the dawdlers who are doing SO MUCH MORE that get me. Stuff it and run, people!

This is why I step to the side! So simple. I can then neurotically re-order my money, and the next person can get to the register.

Or the people who pull their carts after them into the register line, empty the cart, pay for the stuff--and leave the cart in the aisle as they stroll away!

Does anyone prefer to get their change back in a bill-hammock? You know when the person at the register piles the change onto the bills and holds the bill by the two short edges?

I think this is to limit hand contact with customers, and (presumably) cut down on germ transfer.

Nope, they had him carting heavy furniture around all afternoon.

Almanzo's friends are just the tiniest wee bit LOSERS. I roll my eyes forever at them.

I think what sets me off is the blatant lack of awareness that someone other than themselves exists.

I will see you the card slider/cart area people and raise you the people who start to get on the elevator and then stand in the doorway having conversations with people outside the elevator for, like, minutes at a time. And then, if you dare to look grumpy at them, they give you a look back that says clear as words, "Look, I am wearing a white coat and you are not, and furthermore I just bet you have no letters after your name at all, so STEP OFF, puny human."

Ooooh, I hate them.

Bleah. Yesterday I was all shallow, and today I'm full of bile. I think I preferred yesterday. I choose to blame the dark cloud of Madrigal's impending departure currently hanging over the entire continent of North America. ::glares resentfully in the general direction of the Antipodes::

I think this is to limit hand contact with customers, and (presumably) cut down on germ transfer.

But the germs are on the money! Money is filthy.

DH wants me to ask the hivemind this question:

There's a word for the misguided belief that life was better when you were younger and that things today don't hold a candle to the wonderful things of yesterday.

I know it ends in -ism. That's all I remember.

I like the hammock.

Also, pass the brain bleach after I share the pain from Salon's gossip section:

His string of failed romances has made Burt Reynolds wonder if he might have been better off gay, the '70s star told Jay Leno on "The Tonight Show" last week. Who would he take for a lover? None other than country superstar Willie Nelson. Reynolds said, "Willie ... is just about the nicest man I've ever worked with in my life, and when we worked together, I thought ... if [we'd hooked up], we'd still be 'happily together'"

I think this is to limit hand contact with customers, and (presumably) cut down on germ transfer.

No way I'm dirtier than the money. Which they just handled when I gave it to them.

eta:

I like the hammock.

Why?