I’ve stated many times in my blog that I hate shopping.  It’s true I do.  I hate going to stores and shopping for things.  I hate grocery shopping so much that I have six months worth of meats delivered to my house so I can cut back on the time I spend in a grocery store.

     Speaking of grocery stores and shopping there.  I think there should be a flashing warning light on check out lines where someone has fifty million coupons.  I want to get in the store do my shopping and get the hell out thank you very much.  I do not want to stand in line for twenty minutes having my frozen foods thaw while the idiot in front of me, who has handed the clerk a pile of coupons that equals the height of the Empire State building, saves fifteen dollars.

     Warn me and let me go to another line.  If you are the clerk and you know this person always hands you a chit load of coupons, hit the light switch and turn on that flashing light that says ‘warning coupon shopper ahead, you may be delayed.’ 

     If you are that person with the coupon fetish, do not wait until I’ve emptied the entire contents of my cart onto the conveyer, and then whip out that mountain of coupons and hand them to the clerk.  Please, I beg you, as I push my cart into the line, tell me you have the equivalent of the entire encyclopedia Britannica in coupons in your purse.  I will go to another line.  You won’t have me behind you moaning and banging my head on the shopping cart while the clerk scans each coupon.