The Check-Out Line at Whole Foods and Other Sources of Aggravation

Have you ever shopped at Whole Foods? You need a engineering degree to figure out the check-out line. While buying French butter with my partner at said establishment, I commented that it was like being in a sci-fi movie where you would be zapped if you didn't unscramble the code of numbers and letters to get you out of the maze on the hostile planet. There are five separate lines to stand in, each with it own color. When you get to the front of your respective line you are confronted with this giant Bingo board with various numbers lighting up. You have to match the number to your color. If you are standing in the red line, you have to wait until a number shows up in red on the giant screen and then you go the register with the corresponding number. There are about 40 registers. The only trouble is the colors on the board don't always match the color of the lights. I was standing in the purple line and the one on the board was more of a blue.

In other grocery store aggravation news, I was standing behind two young women at Food Emporium the other day. They were purchasing some product and disputing the price with the cashier. She had to call her supervisor who checked and found out that the larger size of the item was on sale, not the size the two customers wanted. They said never mind and left without buying anything. What an outrage and a crime against humanity. They wasted five of my valuable minutes. Some people.