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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24075 on: October 27, 2013, 10:55:59 PM »
Snowflake-oblivious.

Today, I stopped off at the grocery store on my way back from the gym.  On the way in, people can get carts (I didn't because I was only getting a couple items) and there's a stand where you can pick up an extra sales flyer.

So I'm following a couple who are walking in, and she takes a cart and starts pushing it, and then he grabs a flyer.  Neither of those things would make them snowflakey, but their next move is to push the cart crosswise across the entire entrance and *stop dead* to peruse the flyer.  And then give me a dirty look and a huge sigh from her when I said "excuse me".   Seriously, if there were another entrance, I would use it.  But expecting everyone to wait while you block the only way into the store-
-snowflakey.

Oh - I see the we shop at the same store. Had the same thing happen earlier this week twice!!

I must shop at the store where their kids shop. I haven't seen anyone block the entrance yet but there have been days when everyone stopped with their cart exactly perpendicular in the aisle , why would you do that its not even remotely practical to them to turn the cart 90 degrees look at items then turn it back so they can move. Bonus point to the woman who park their perpendicular in the meat isle and then stand in front on them bending into the meat case effectively blocking an isle more then 3 carts wide.

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24076 on: October 28, 2013, 02:21:03 AM »
I will say, I hate the layout at my favorite grocery store - the entrance foyer (where the carts are) is situated such that if you're putting a kid in a cart, you really have to block the whole darn entrance until your kid is buckled enough to get going.  They used to have the kiddie carts off to the side facing a different direction, so you had more space to maneuver, but they moved everything around.  I always try to shuffle off to one side as much as I can, but it takes a minute to get two squirmy kids into their little seats!

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24077 on: October 28, 2013, 07:51:31 AM »
I clearly attract bus-idiot SSs, because I encountered another one today.

The UK had a huge storm last night (predicted to be the biggest in decades I believe), and as a result, a lot of trains were cancelled while engineers make sure there's no debris on the tracks. Of course, this meant that the buses were packed! Absolutely rammed.

We finally get to my stop, which is a major one that a lot of people get off at. I get up, scramble over all the people staying on the bus, until I encounter one woman, who is standing right in the middle of the aisle, blocking it entirely (gripping a pole in each hand, so there's no chance at slipping past). I say excuse me. She turns her head slightly, so I think she heard me, but then turns away and doesn't move an inch.

"Excuse me" I say again, slightly louder, trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. Everyone around her hears me, because they look at her.

"Just wait!" she snaps at me, still having not moved at all. Sloooowly, reluctantly, she starts to creep to one side, glaring at me the entire time for daring to ask her to move. I truly wonder if she thought if she ignored me, I'd give up and go to the next stop instead?

I nearly got shut in the bus doors by the time I got out of them. I felt like Indiana Jones...

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24078 on: October 28, 2013, 08:35:51 AM »
One reason I dislike shopping with my eldest two is that I feel like I spend more time training them to not be Special Snowflakes than I do actually shopping and then come home having forgotten a good amount of stuff on my list.

Honestly much of it is pre-teen boy obliviousness, I think.  Standing in the middle of the aisles, arguing and horsing around, just not being aware of anyone around them.    ::) 
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24079 on: October 28, 2013, 11:15:10 AM »
We ran into a couple of them this weekend.

We went to Target to look for some stuff that was on sale. Two ladies were there blocking the cart corral taking photos of their daughter doing posing like on Top Model. The kid was maybe 8-9 and was not dressed up fancy as far as I could tell, just jeans and a t-shirt and they were using their cell phones, not a professional camera. It was frustrating as I needed a cart and they refused to let me get one.

Last night at dinner, the table next to us threw a fit because the restaurant would not give them a highchair. One of the ladies wanted it to put her purse and coat on! The place was packed and all the chairs were in use. They offered her a regular chair but that was not acceptable.  These were women in their 40-50ís not teenagers.

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24080 on: October 28, 2013, 01:11:24 PM »
My SS today was a fellow driver who flicked his cigarette out of his car window.  I glared at him (because BOY, do I hate it when people think that the world is their personal garbage can), and he glared right back.  If I could have hopped out, retrieved his cigarette, and flicked it back in his window, I would have.

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24081 on: October 28, 2013, 02:23:31 PM »
OK..met a few SS's today at ZooBoo.  It is barely 50 degrees, windy and chilly (we had snow on Friday) so some animals at the zoo are not out.  There are signs saying that such and such animal is off display until spring due to weather and I actually heard 2 women complaining that when THEY come to the zoo, THEY expect!!! all the animals to be out for THEM to see (emphasis was their tone).  Well..kimodo dragons and alligators tend to not like freezing temps and some animals do actually hibernate, but these women wanted them out for THEM!!!  They actually complained to a docent who I think, hurt herself when her eyes started rolling at these two.  She explained the weather concept but these two said they paid money to see all the animals..I couldn't wait to get away from them. 

Snarky me would have made a well-meaning sounding suggestion that the first two ladies donate enough money to the zoo for them to build a climate controlled enclosure for the cold-sensitive critters.

I confess to feeling a tiny bit of sympathy for these SS ladies at the zoo in the cold; and their counterparts in Texas told of by kherbert05, with their complaints about animal-non-visibility because it was too hot. A few times in my life, I've been in a similar situation of zoo-type disappointment; and, well, it does suck for the visitor -- be he /she never so naive about the overall set-up.

My most recent such experience: there's a zoo in the south of England, which specialises in creatures from South America. I was in that area in January this year, and conceived the idea of visiting said zoo. I did have the preconceived notion, that the place would feature a fair number of specially-warmed habitats: in actual fact, there were few of such -- and very many of the creatures were either keeping warm in their dens, thus not to be seen; or if in more visually accessible living quarters, asleep and immobile and often, virtually, not to be seen.

I did feel let-down -- the entrance fee to this place is not small.  I agree that the ladies' demanding that the staff roust the animals out so that they (the ladies) could see them, was absolutely nuts; but in my case, it did momentarily cross my mind to request a refund of part of my entrance fee, with my having witnessed so little action.  A thought almost immediately dismissed: on reflection that such behaviour would be very petty; and if I choose to go in northern-hemisphere midwinter, to a zoo containing mostly South American fauna -- if the experience turns out less than hugely rewarding, that's my own stupid fault.

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24082 on: October 28, 2013, 02:26:24 PM »
AAAIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Snowflakeus-this-is-just-ridiculous-because-I-can't-get-what-I-want.

She calls us all the time.  She calls when there is something she wants to buy on QVC or Home Shopping or any of those.  She wants to check out the quality.  Are they any good?  Is the company legit?  How much should one cost....Lady, it's good to check on things like that, but you ought to be doing it BEFORE you are in the last five minutes of the show and they are down to one item.  I'm good, but I'm not that good!

Or, her call today.  There is a house on her street that is for sale.  No one who buys it stays long.  It is always up for sale.  What's wrong with it?  Who can I call to find out what's wrong with it???
Oh no, I don't want to call the realtor.  They all live out of town.  Who is selling the house.  Give me THEIR phone number and I will call THEM.  Well, WHY isn't their number listed?  What does the house look like on the inside?  I bet it's ruined.  Why would they keep selling it?

I wanted to say "Ma'am, it looks as if there have been several sightings of a batty old lady who calls the library and demands strangers' personal information so she can call them."

She calls and says "My neighbors moved to Germany and didn't leave me a phone number or address even though I told them to give me one.  Can you look them up in Germany and get me their information.  I can't imagine why they didn't give me their information, can you?"

I can imagine why everyone moves from the area without leaving you a forwarding address.  I would, too.  You're worse than Amityville.
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24083 on: October 28, 2013, 02:43:55 PM »
Yarnspinner, tell her it's her lucky day - the realtor put up pictures online!  http://terriblerealestateagentphotos.com/

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24084 on: October 28, 2013, 04:31:57 PM »
I must toss whoever hit the right rear corner of my minivan over the weekend, while VorGuy was parked at various school related events and dented the bumper and all the colored plastic that is supposed to protect the light bulbs...

No note, no insurance information, and it could have happened at either the homecoming football game or the next day's
athletic competetion...but it was fine Friday evening and busted completely the next day before lunch.

Parking lot damage or not - they should have noticed!
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24085 on: October 28, 2013, 05:12:51 PM »
A friend of mine got hit by a special snowflake the other day.  He tried to make a left-hand turn from the right-hand lane, and hit her car (which was in the left lane).  He then drove off!

However, he probably won't get away with much.  My friend was a bit shaken (I think a kid/kids were with her, too), and she was so mad at herself that she hadn't paid enough attention to his car to get his information as he drove off.

But then... the car that had been behind her stopped, and the driver gave her (and the police) the license plate and told what she had witnessed.  Then the car that had been behind *that* car came back.  Turns out that driver had seen the hit-and-run and followed the car!  The car had made that left turn, gone down the street, and then the driver had abandoned the car and run off on foot.  The driver had taken note of the license plate (matched what the first person had gotten), the make/model/color of the car, and exactly where it had been abandoned, and a description of the driver.

Then, somebody else came by.  It was a witness who had seen the whole thing from his window.

I think there might have even been another witness where the car was abandoned, I forget.

Basically, the street was *crawling* with people who were willing to be witnesses!  The police have all of this information to go on.  It's unclear if the driver was on drugs, or if the car was stolen, but at least they have a good place to start.

My friend lives in a pretty dangerous neighborhood, drug deals and gangs and prostitution (her husband is a pastor).  She says that she thinks that sometimes people who live together in places like that are willing to band together to protect each other even more than people in more affluent, safe neighborhoods.  I couldn't tell you whether that's the truth, but it definitely all came together for her!

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24086 on: October 28, 2013, 06:17:02 PM »
Sadly, it used to be a quite common attitude that anyone with a physical difference was somehow subhuman and disgusting to be around, and 'normal' people should be protected from having to see a wheelchair, or crutches, or someone with spastic movements.  Karen Killilea was born premature in 1940 and developed cerebral palsy.  Her parents had to take her to 23 doctors before finding one who did not advise sending her to an institution, even though her condition was manageable and her intellectual and emotional development perfectly normal.  She tells of going on an outing with her parents and seeing a group of children from an institution, all using various assistive devices and with various issues.  People around them had no problem talking loudly about how disgusting it was that 'those people' were out in public where they could be seen, and how rude their caregivers were to impose them on everyone else.

Some people have never gotten past this viewpoint.
There was also a mention about people who said that "only wicked, evil people would have a child like that", I guess as a punishment from Deity.  ???

Huh. How things change.

I remember a lady at church who had a daughter(Annie, we were nearly the same age and had Sunday School together.) with... Something. (Never asked what exactly. Her daughter looked a bit "off" and was mute except for some whimpering or hissing noises, but seemed to love "visiting" with people talking to her.)

Only thing I ever heard anyone say about the lady was that "The Lord knows which women should have a daughter like Annie... She's a blessing." Annie used to sway along with the hymns and the minister made sure to put one of her favorites in every service.

Her mom called her a blessing too. I just any imagine someone being nasty about a person like Annie, or Annie's mother.
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24087 on: October 28, 2013, 06:31:28 PM »
SS IKEAensis today. For some reason, IKEA was crawling with people. Absolutely heaving. Whole families were in there, with trollies and pushchairs. Now we all know, the thing about IKEA is the way you have to walk around the whole place to get to the exit. I went in to buy a box of wine glasses. I want to pick up and get OUT. And these families - I came up behind at least four of them - were right across the whole walkway. Excuse me, please, may I get past you, and by the way, if you weren't walking four abreast, I wouldn't have to ask.

Then when I got to the tills - which were also heaving with people - I ended up behind a family of eight. Six adults and two children, one trolley full, and I mean full, of housewares. Even the self-serve checkouts were queued, and I didn't want to pay for a £2 box of glasses with my credit card, so I stood in the queue for the normal till. One of the adults in front of me started picking things out of their trolley and wandering off, presumably to put them back. Then she reappeared with the same thing, different colours. Then she took those away. Came back with a third colour. I was beginning to cringe; I could just see them all making it to the front of the queue and then having to stop because Granny had gone to get the purple one.

Granny came back, and Auntie started. She'd changed her mind about some of the things in the trolley. She didn't go off to replace them, though. She just started unloading into the displays by the till. Saucepans and tea lights in among the paper napkins.

They made it up to the till and started to unload. Actually, I thought, it wouldn't take long - they only had about five different items, just that they had about 10 of each one. Scan frying pan, times ten...

No. Each family wanted their purchases separately. No, Granny, the purple one isn't yours, the yellow one is yours. Get the assistant to void out the purple one and rescan the yellow one. Meanwhile I'm thinking 'they're the same price, just put the blasted things in the bag and sort it out at home!'

I don't know why they had brought the two men - they toiled not, neither did they spin. They didn't push the trolley, unload the trolley, pack the purchases up or pay the bill. They stood there, the pair of them, each with his two arms the one length, and let it all happen around them. The packing took forever because the women were arguing again about who bought the red one...

I think one of them tried to pay with a Marks & Spencer charge card and a handful of Green Shield stamps. The argument seemed to go on for hours.

At that point one of the toddlers went into meltdown. I don't blame her; I'd been standing there holding six wineglasses for fifteen minutes, and I too was strongly tempted to throw myself on the floor, drumming my feet and shrieking like a steam whistle, in the style of the Vick's First Defence advertisement. It didn't occur to either of the men to pick her up, deal with the tantrum, take her out... It did occur to three of the four women, who all tried to do it at once. Unfortunately, they were the three who were packing up the purchases... Yes, they all stopped.

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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24088 on: October 28, 2013, 07:28:56 PM »
And these kinds of stories make me A-Okay with the fact that there are no Ikeas within about a 2 hour drive from us.
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Re: Special Snowflake Stories
« Reply #24089 on: October 28, 2013, 07:33:08 PM »
Oh My, FRH Chick!  And I thought I had it bad when I made the same decision as you a few weeks ago - skipped the queue at the self-check to get behind the one couple at the next (manned) register over who were, I thought, mostly done checking out.

Except that one couple (who, it should be said, were not Snowflakes) had so many little things that the checking out went on, and on, and on.  And then!  Their transaction exceeded the limit of items that could be bought in a single transaction.  I didn't even know the limit existed, and neither did the cashier who had to wait on another (more senior) cashier to explain what was going on and why it wouldn't ring up anything else.  That was when I switched back to the now-even-longer self checkout queue.  I still made it out before that couple did.  If they had been arguing or complaining over it or making sorties to get more stuff like in Hippy Chick's situation, that would make them SS.  Instead they just had a staggeringly large order.

The moral is: never skip the self-checkout.  There's a reason people go to the staffed registers and it's rarely a quick one.