In Michigan, we have a 10¢ deposit on cans and bottles. They’re refunded by feeding empties into a machine that counts them up. But there are never enough machines, so a line forms. And right now I’m watching 7 dopes inspect each container individually before feeding it into the machine.
I rage at my Aldi too, but I don’t think I’ve ever had to wait in line to check out. My issue is that every time I’m there, they’re out of a bunch of shit despite ALWAYS moving pallets around and stocking while I’m there. It’s also always packed to the gills with clueless people, usually senior citizens, taking up an entire aisle to figure out which cheese they want. And holy shit, everybody walks in the door, stops just inside, and then reaches in their pocket for their grocery list to figure out where to go, holding up everybody just trying to get in and get their shit. Like wtf, you drove here and don’t have a clue what you need? Just walk 20 feet in and pull to the side if your this fucking inept.
What is with people and doors?!
The final thing that almost always occurs as I am leaving is (again usually older, but definitely not exclusively) is that someone will stop dead ass in the middle of the sliding door and start fishing out their keys/sunglasses/whatever leading to me almost running them over.
It’s enraging. I am six foot tall, built like a fuckin linebacker, and have been since I was like 15. I have spent my entire adult life being highly aware of the space I occupy so I don’t encroach or inhibit others needlessly and yet I could apparently just stop caring (I would have to be dead and buried and perhaps then my brain would stop caring).