Actually I didn’t overhear anything. I witnessed it.

My daughter and I stopped at the Shopper’s to get stamps and a Father’s Day card for Rob. Katy gave me a card on Mother’s Day that talked and wanted something similar for her dad. Rob just wanted a “masculine” card. No ponies or kitties or tiny winged fairies.

At the check out we encountered a line up as a result of the woman ahead of me. She was returning an item but didn’t seem to be tracking the cashier’s directions very well mainly as a result of her wanting the young man to just “make it so” without any effort on her part.

The queue built up behind us rather quickly and the cashier called for back up which is unusual. Most other stores I shop, or have shopped, from just about everywhere from Grande Prairie to Calagary and from the Rockies to the Okanagan, treat standing on line as a holy ritual to be observed by all.

Shoppers is different, but then they have a trained cosmetologist in their cosmetic section too.

Being the next in line I assumed, correctly I believe, that I would be next up when the second cashier arrived as it looked as if the woman in front of me was very challenged in the “listening and comprehending” department.

But just as said cashier pulled in and lifted the “next aisle please” sign, Pops Racer pulls out from behind me and cuts me off.

Annoyed, I still let it go. Waiting in line is part of being a Canadian, as I have come to experience it anyway, and I thought that perhaps the old boy was in a hurry to get something important home, a prescription maybe. One never knows. Whatever the hurry, it did seem an emergency enough to him to be risk rude behavior.

But let me ask you, gentle readers, what kind of an emergency necessitates rushing home with three boxes of tissue and an economy size box of KY?

I chose not to speculate myself. A person can only safely scoop just so much from her mind’s eye at a time.