I was in the biggest store in the world (no names...just guess). I was ready to check out. I had more stuff than was allowed in the express line, so I stood in the regular check out line. Some manager was standing there in a blue shirt (that's how I know she was a manager), holding a walkie-talkie that she wasn't using. My line ground to a halt. She just watched. And watched. And watched. And watched.
Meanwhile, there was an empty cash register in the next aisle. I happened to know there was a cash drawer in it because Walkie-talkie lady locked it when the cashier left.
Walkie-talkie lady watched, and watched. I think you get the picture. This went on for an interminable amount of time. People in line were fidgeting. Some of them were actually getting surly and making rude comments.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Walkie-talkie lady finally opened the other register and asked the next in line to come over to her. She was not particularly nice about it. I happen to be next in line, cane, limp and all. Fortunately, I named it over there. But not before nearly being run down by people from the end of my line practically trampling me. Clearly they saw I was in there. Clearly they knew I was in line. Clearly they saw I was disabled. Clearly they knew they were not next in line. The people behind me in the first line were cursing now! All walkie-talkie lady said to me, with my visible limp, was "Will you please move a little faster sir, or let those people behind you go."
I have this to say about that...
Stuff it walkie-talkie lady!
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