Dear Ms. Mean Walmart cashier lady,

I noticed you were a little irritated when I came through your line the other day. Maybe you were just having a bad day, or pms’ing, or perhaps you are just a bitch, that’s ok. What’s not ok, is for you to get all pissy and pull an attitude with me when YOU clearly made a mistake.

Yes, I realize that they make those little black plastic bars to put between orders should they get meshed together with someone Else’s order so you don’t accidentally ring up two orders at one time. I wasn’t born yesterday, which is why I purposely put my adhesive refills and daughters candy some distance away from the person in front of mines order.

Ya see, your little black bars weren’t visible unless you dug under the gum display which necessitated my using my brain and putting distance between my meager purchase and the hearing impaired customers Strawberry Shortcake place mat and the rest of the pile of crap you deliberately reached over and grabbed my stuff. Which, I will add, you did when my back was turned to make sure my 3 yr old dd wasn’t grabbing the crap that’s always at the register that no one ever really needs.(As mean as you were, I should have just let her make a mess of things.)

What really made me mad was your insinuation that your mistake was MY fault, and your huffiness in having to take MY stuff off of that other woman’s order, then the snotty way you waited on me and slammed my change and receipt into my hand. Foul ball lady, that was just plain rude.

So Ms Mean Walmart cashier lady, I hope this summer is a hot hot hot one for you as I see you normally work in the Garden Center given you were sporting a dirty green Wally world smock. I hope you have to wait on 200 old ladies who want to take their sweet old wrinkly assed time picking out plants, fertilizer and garden gnomes, all the while you swelter away in the 100 + degree heat.