Friday, June 1, 2012

Olga The Angry Checker


Why is Olga so angry?

I think it's the carpal tunnel; she wears massive wrist braces on both arms that make her look like an aged Wonder Woman.  Or a Transformer.  Whatever the reason, make no mistake about it, Olga is angry.

You place your groceries on the conveyor belt and they trundle their way up to Olga.  She snatches them with her claw-like hands, like an eagle plucking a salmon out of stream with it's powerful talons.  And then she smashes them against the scanner until she hears the "beep".

Then she flings.

Not a subtle little toss, a major league pitch.  Sometimes there's a box boy there, sometimes not.  Olga don't care.

If there is a box boy, or girl, they do their best to keep up, but if not, your groceries more than likely fly over the edge and onto the floor.  Olga don't care.

I'm not really sure why the management tolerates it, but I think they're afraid of her.  She's obviously been there since the beginning of time.  I try to avoid her, everyone does.  Olga never has much of a line, for obvious reasons.  If you do find yourself in Olga's line, you might as well just set the eggs aside because they'll never survive.  Same with fresh fruit.  Or basically anything other than dry goods or paper products.  And even those take a beating.

And whatever you do, don't make eye contact.  Trust me, I learned the hard way.