Saturday at Fred Meyer, I stood in line behind one person. I had 20 5' tomato stakes, 4 tomato cages, and a spook of twine to purchase. The woman in front of me was attempting to purchase an outdoor furniture set and table umbrella. It was a display model, on sale, and she had been all over town. With the special pricing, the cashier had a to call for multiple manger overrides. Then the customer pays with three different gift cards (which required yet another manager override) and cash. She fished out exact change from her purse, and dropped some of it, to wrap up her purchase.
It took a long time.
The customer and cashier apologized to me for the delay. I said it was okay because I knew it would happen. Regardless of the line I choose, it's the wrong line. Her troubles were probably because I got in line behind her.
And that's the curse I live under. No matter what line I choose at Home Depot, Fred Meyer, Costco, QFC, Safeway, or any other store, I choose the slowest line. I can choose the shortest line, or the fastest moving line, or the most efficient cashier, or any other scenario, and that line will instantly become the slowest one at the store.
It used to bother me. Eventually, I accepted it. I know that any line I get in will be the worst choice, so I don't even try to pick a quick one anymore. I just sigh and pull out my phone because I'll have plenty of time to read through my Twitter stream.
The GF has gotten used to me making her choose the line when we go to a store. Occasionally, I'll pick the line, the curse kicks in, and she is able to redirect us the a better one. As long as I'm not the one picking the line, we're fine. Otherwise, we're spending the night in the store.
I'm not sure what I did to earn this lamest gypsy curse ever. Did I annoy some long dead gypsy relative? Look at someone funny in 1994? Did I take it as a disad so I could spend the points on some other stat?
I'd investigate it further, but I'm guessing there's a line.