People, people who hate people

I was just reading Melissa's comments on hating the general public and their assy ways, and it struck me that I should take a moment to share my most recent people-hating experience, mostly because I back-talked a guy in the supermarket, for once, rather than letting him be rude to me without a churlish response.

I was in my local grocery store, returning my glass milk bottle for a $1.75 deposit and waiting for the tall, heavyset man in front of me (and his shopping cart) to pass through the aisle and out the other side, where he could go down the back aisle and exit the store. He had been waiting for a new "Fresh Club" card, and had already asked repeatedly about getting a card for his wife (oh my God, someone is chained to you for life, sir?) and grunted in dismay that the check cashing privileges were for employees only (though, in fairness, that fact was not evident on the form).

But anyhoo, he didn't sally forth to the back aisle when he was through, he did a little shimmy with his cart, trying to squeeze past it and advancing towards me. There were people behind me, too. Was he going to squeeze past all of us?

"Are you looking to get out?" I enquired of him.
He stopped shimmying for a second. "Well, hmmmm ... I don't know yet. I guess ... I am." The shimmying recommenced.
I stared at him for a second, waiting for him to say something, anything else. But that was it.
"'Excuse me' works," I shot at him, as I stepped to the side. He and his cart bobbled past me without a word, or even a dirty look. Sheesh. People need to learn the Supermarket Code of Behavior.