My journal tells of this little incident at the local pharmacy.
Saturday night, stuck in the checkout line at the local Rite-Aid, I became involved in a little incident.
The checker was ringing up the purchases of a man about 40 years old who had a small child with him. On the other side of the checker, near the front door, stood an older man, perhaps 75 or 80, who was trying to get her attention. “Ma’am,” he kept saying, “Is it all right if I take this out to the car to show my wife?” He was holding up some item from the store. The checker was giving her attention to the man and child in front of her.
Finally, the customer at the checkout snapped at the older gentleman, “No! It is not all right to take that outside!” The old man was flustered and said, “She’s in the car. I just want to see if this is what she wants. I’ll be right back.”
“No, sir!” said the younger man. “You’re not allowed to take things outside you haven’t paid for!”
The older gentleman said, “Well, what if I leave my umbrella? I’ll be right back.”
“No!” the young man said. “Leave your drivers license.”
Meanwhile, those of us in the checkout line were silently watching this scenario and fascinated at the way the customer was bullying the man at the door.
Finally, the older man said to the customer, “Are you a manager of this store or something?”
The younger fellow said, “No, I’m not. But I know how these things are done!”
I’d taken about all of this I could. From the back of the checkout line, I called out to the old man, “Sir! You may ignore the customer. Do what you have to do!”
The younger man turned and stared at me contemptuously, took his child by the hand, and stalked out.
As he exited the door, the manager arrived and took care of the older gentleman. The woman in front of me turned and said, “Who in blue blazes did that fellow think he was, talking to that old man that way?” I laughed and agreed that he was definitely a buttinsky.
When I got home and told me wife this little tale, she–filling the role of a wife so neatly–said, “And who did you think you were, rebuking him like that?”