Life Beyond Lane Six

There is life beyond lane Six. Beyond lane six, there are two, sometimes even THREE cashiers waiting to serve you. Beyond lane six, there are...other. lanes.
OMG.

The problem with lane six, is that it is the first lane you see when you get to the checkout. And therefore, like the bullseye of your vision. You aim for it, you shoot your cart at it even if there are four more. In the midst of this race to be the first to the lane, you miss the fact that lanes 5 and 4 are also perfectly open and...perfectly empty.

So there I stand, on lane six, being bombarded with groceries and impatient customers. Behind me, two women lean against their lanes, drool slipping down their chins, light snores coming from their mouths. And for some ridiculous reason that i still have yet to figure out, customers seem to get offended when I offer another lane so they don't have to wait behind the seven customers in mine. Here are two actual dialogs:
1...
Me: Ma'am, lane five is open right next door if you don't want to wait.
Customer (dazed, confused): But...you're almost done, right?
Me: -_-

and 2:
Me: Sir, lane five is open next door if you don't want to wait.
Customer (old crotch of a man): you just don't want to wait on me.
Me: heh, heh....(thinking...oh, you're not joking are you...) heh...
Customer: Do you like your job?
Me: (whats the answer whats the answer whats the answer) ...yes?
Customer: Well you sure don't act like it.
Me: .........

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Which leads me to another point of interest. Never ask the person serving you if they like their job. Because chances are, they did up until you asked that.
Lane six. Hell.
I guarantee there will be more on this wretched place.