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On Sunday morning, 8 November 2009, I went into a local grocery store to buy a few items. It was about 7:10 a.m., Sunday morning, not very busy.
I selected my items and went to the single open cash register.
Ahead of me were two men checking out. The first had maybe a dozen items, the second only one or two. They were chatting with the cashier, who was obviously familiar with them, about politics, in particular the House vote on the health care bill.
As they finished checking out, paid for their purchases, and then stood there talking while I waited, the conversation wound down like this:
Man #1: Well, what you gotta remember is that every member of the House is up for re-election next year, and one-third of the Senate. We gotta vote 'em all out. Every one of 'em. Get rid of her for sure.
Man #2: And then we can impeach him!
Cashier: He just oughta be shot.
They all laughed, then, as the two men finally left,
Man #1: I just hope everyone votes right this time.
By now the cashier was finally ringing up my items and I lost control.
TG: Well, I for one hope everyone votes LEFT next time. I happen to be a socialist and I really dislike being made to wait in line while you discuss politics.
Cashier: Oh, I'm so sorry if you were offended. I always talk politics with them.
She finished ringing up my items and I paid, and my parting comment was, "And advocating that someone ought to be shot just because you disagree with them is WAY over the line."
I left.
It was 7:15 on a Sunday morning. I was late for an appointment. I did not have time to stop and complain to a manager about a cashier, if I could even have found a manager at 7:15 on a Sunday.
I let it go.
In light of this Psalm 109 bullshit, maybe I ought to go back to the store and tell someone???
I don't really like to make waves, but. . . .
Tansy Gold, who probably still has her receipt from the grocery store. . . . .
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