This week I didn’t cold cock a lady with her own cell phone.

I’m walking up to the pharmacy pick up window when some skinny minnie, bat out of hell jumps into line in front of me. She was dressed head to toe in Under Armour attire with her cell glued to her face so naturally that meant her time was more important than mine.

She rattles off her name at the counter and then continues on with her phone conversation.  The pharmacy tech is trying to get this woman’s attention and the lady waves her off with her hand. The employee finally says she can’t proceed without cell phone Sally answering her questions and Sally says “look I’m in a hurry, what do you want?” I finally say “I’m in a hurry too, someone line jumped me and didn’t get a chance to read the NO FREAKING CELL PHONE SIGNS AT THE PHARMACY COUNTER!”

Sally looks at me with a “I saw the sign but didn’t think that meant me look” and sprints off. Listen, I worked retail for awhile and now that I don’t,  I do not have to dinkle around with the cell phone Sallys of this world. And I find it quite liberating. I am proud of the restraint I showed because what Sally really deserved was me dragging her over to the salad bar and giving her a swirly, potato salad dunk tank style.

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