The latest Special Snowflake to (temporarily) enter my life showed up yesterday at the thrift store. It was the next-to-last Saturday before they close for their annual two week cleaning, and most things were marked 50 percent off the already very reasonable prices. Except in the corner place where they put, I think, the more expensive women's clothes and purses. This is the only place where there is a register other than the one at the front.
So ... lines to check out are long. Most people are patient but oh no, not the SS. She's there with several armloads of things and even while waiting began badgering the volunteers, claiming that this and that item should be discounted because they came from a table up front. The volunteer had to repeatedly tell her it was not discounted but the woman Would Not Let It Go. In a loud, whiny voice, to boot. Finally, the volunteer with a deep sigh goes to check. She comes back and confirms that she is right, it is not discounted. Cue more whining from Ms. SS making sure we all heard it. (What, did she want us to step and whine with her too?) When she reaches the actual cashiering desk, she starts in again! Same whining complaint, same result. Unbelievable. She's an interior decorator, she said earlier in a somewhat snotty tone while waiting for the doors to open, so the reasonable prices--and they are--are not enough for her. She has to add plenty of whine to her shopping.