First world problem time. I hate going to the liquor store. In Virginia all liquor is sold through state-run stores with antiquated checkout systems. So you spend most of your visit waiting for people to pay. Tonight I was behind two people, I just wanted a little rum while I read later. The first guy, looks barely old enough to drink, takes about five minutes to pay for a $8 bottle of something. Debit card is declined, scrounging for change, debit card suddenly works but he can't remember his PIN, etc. The next is a lady who looked older than me, asking the clerk about her own credit cards - I'm thinking, lady, they're your fucking cards. And they all looked beat to shit with age so I know you've used them before. She, too, cannot remember her PIN or even which is debit or credit (it actually matters to their antiquated system). I was ready to pay for her just so I could leave.
It's my turn to check out. The lady rings me up and I'm paying, and suddenly she voids it and asks for ID. OK, flattering I'm still carded, but damn lady LET ME LEAVE. We redo the transaction and she just stands there, listening to a coworker's conversation on his phone. I have to remind her that she needs to press debit, because by this point I feel like I work there and am an expert with their POS system. She screws it up somehow. Have to do the entire transaction over.
Took me thirty seconds to get my tiny bottle of rum. Two people ahead of me. Took almost fifteen minutes. I deserve better than this, world!