They are a wonderful thing, when used appropriately...I use them when I just run in to get milk and bread, but never for more than five or six items. But I live in one of the most thoroughly unapologetically ignorant cities in America, so I always get behind the woman with nine kids and three carts trying to use it.
While we're on the subject, I have another rant.
I'm at
WalMart, home of the low prices, last week. I am a fan of their price-matching policy, and will not hesitate to ask them to match prices on Pepsi, washing detergent, and other expensive items. Back in Alabama, they had copies of everyone else's sale ads tacked up at the register, and all you had to do was say, "Hey, Kroger has Pepsi on sale for $2.00 per 12-pack," and they would match. But apparently here in Memphis, you must bring AND show your ad from the competitor. I am there on a Wednesday evening around 5pm (first mistake) and there are a million people trying to check out at six registers. I spy a lady with a cart only 3/4 full, and get behind her. She starts putting her groceries on the belt, and I lose myself in a saga of an alien having Bill Clinton's love child, and how I, too, can lose 100 pounds in two months on the grapefruit and monkeybread diet. I FINISH the magazine. I look up and notice that the belt is almost empty, so I put out the little plastic divider and unload my groceries. Then I notice that her cart is still FULL!! She has only checked out ONE bag, because this woman has been making them pricematch EVERYTHING. I'm talking apples, oranges, granola bars, bleach, bread, ham, baby food, meat, EVERYTHING. The one bag she had checked out was the stuff she didn't have a price match ad for. She has seven different circulars with her, and has to keep fumbling for the right one. And don't jump on me about how "maybe she is really really poor." She had her nails done, her hair had very elaborate braids, jewelry, and nice clothes on. Of course, she was wearing HOUSESHOES, and carrying a knock-off designer handbag. I have a line behind me by now that resembles Moses leading his people out of Egypt, all because of this horrible woman! Then she is arguing with them because they won't match the "buy one get one free" ad that Schnucks was running. The red-vested cashier had to come over and "handle" the situation. I have now been behind this woman 40 minutes. Then, WalMart decides to open two other registers, and all the people behind me that have just walked up swarm them, leaving me STILL behind this woman. Not once during this entire process did she look up, smile, apologize for taking so long, NOTHING. Finally, after 52 minutes, I kid you not, because ALL of us in line were timing it, she was through. BUT NO! She had some more coupons!! And NOW she is mad because they won't double them like Kroger! Again, the redvested lady had to come over. I am so mad right now I am shaking and almost hyperventilating. I have gripped my cart handle so hard that my fingerprints are in it. I have to restrain myself from hurling a $20.00 bill at her and screaming that I will pay the (insert expletive here) difference and to take her house-shoe wearing WITH DRESS SLACKS rearend out of my way before I decimate her with my cart. After she writes a check that will probably bounce higher than my head, she wheels her cart off...never a word of apology to the cashiers or us for making us wait so long. I can't resist, and I yell, "Maybe with all the money you saved you can buy some shoes and a REAL Louis Vuitton purse!"
It did make me feel better.