Jack Versus The Hacker

In spite of what some of these posts indicate I am really not a confrontational guy. I prefer to go along and get along but some situations demand action. This is the story of one of those encounters. But first for the backstory.

Sometimes I wonder if I have any common sense at all. You see I went to Costco on Superbowl Sunday. Now you know that I love Costco. If I have to go shopping Costco, Trader Joes and Home Depot are right up there with places that I generally don't mind going to.

However I still try to avoid hitting these places during prime shopping time. I don't enjoy fighting the crowds. Matter of fact I have also written about Costco's relationship to Hell and I have bitched about The Supermarket too. So you would think that based upon my feelings and past experience I would have known better than to show up to be a part of a passion play about Dante's Inferno.

But Nooooooooooo. I had to go because I had to pick up a couple of items before the big game. So off I went to do battle in the parking lot. There is nothing like playing chicken over a freaking parking space. Ideally you have a really big car that looks like you use it for the local demolition derby. This often helps encourage others to keep their distance.

This time parking the car wasn't bad. Instead it was navigating my way from my space into the store. I felt like I was the Frog in Frogger. I danced to the left, stepped forward, jumped back and then moved to the right. Maybe I wasn't playing Frogger, maybe it was some kind of folk dance. I dunno, maybe Shira will weigh in on this.

Inside Costco was a swirling mass of activity. Ten million people were crammed into the Van Nuys warehouse. You can only imagine how difficult it was to navigate my cart through the aisles. Even worse than that was getting rammed by the carts of other shoppers. The last time I got rammed from behind so many times I was on the receiving end of a sigmoidoscopy but that is a story for a different time and place.

Part of the challenge was because I had the audacity to try and pass by the tables with the free samples of food. It was like a scene out of some movie in which an airlift drops food into some famine starved village. The tables were surrounded by people fighting to try the various products. It would be one thing if they were poor, but something tells me that the lady with the diamond ring and Kate Spade bag has enough money to feed herself. She also has watched a lot of football because you should have seen the block she threw on the guy who tried to step in front of her.

Perhaps the worst part of this day came when I ventured over to purchase some produce. I needed some carrots and celery for my dip platter. It was while I was there that things got nasty. As I surveyed the scene I heard someone coughing nearby. It was a loud hacking noise, the kind of cough that makes you wonder why they aren't lying in bed.

When I turned my head to the left I saw a middle aged man standing over the blueberries. He was the source of the coughing. A moment later I was horrified to watch him cough on the berries. He didn't even attempt to cover his mouth. I was startled by this and even more concerned when he failed to cover his mouth to cover a second coughing fit.

At this point I couldn't take it any longer.

Me: Sir, could you please cover your mouth?
Hacker: What?

Me: We would prefer if you covered your mouth and turned away from the food when you cough.
Hacker: So you speak for everyone.

Me: In this case I do.
Hacker: Who elected you health inspector.

Me: Sir, please refrain from using sarcasm. A little courtesy goes a long way.
Hacker: I just asked you a question. Who elected you health inspector.

Me: My name is Tom Fouker and I am a duly designated representative of the FDA. If you do not cease and desist I'll have you cited. (Why oh why do I not carry a fake badge for these moments.)
Hacker: Cited for coughing?

Me: No cited for being a threat to the public health and safety, Typhoid Tom.
Hacker: You can't do that.

Me: I most certainly can.
Hacker: What are you going to do, handcuff me.

Me: Sir if need be I can have you restrained and locked in the freezer until the police arrive.
Hacker: You wouldn't dare.

Me: Have you ever been tied up with the cord from a banana boat. Day-o, it is more than sufficient to handle you and uncomfortable.
Hacker: $$*^$%*&*#**U$%*$**

And with that epithet he threw a tray of berries at me and began to run. I was close on his heels. There was no way that the perp was going to escape justice. Within moments I had closed the gap between him and I. I flung myself into the air. As I soared over a table full of books I grabbed the 2007 edition of the Webster's Dictionary and dropped it across his head.

There was an audible thunk as he hit the floor. I dropped down on top of him and used my shoelaces to tie him up. Loud applause rang from all over the store. Agent Fouker had done it again.

Ok, that little exchange didn't take place like that. I didn't confront him for his lack of manners. But he did cough on the lettuce and I was disgusted by that. I did want to say something to him but he walked away so I figured what was the point.

I don't know about you but I liked the first version of the story better.

What do you think?


12 comments:

The Babka Nosher said...

I find the fact that you know what the term sigmoidoscopy means a bit frightening.

Mega said...

You are a true hero among heroes.

I love Costco too, but I hate the layout. Its a recipe for disaster.

BarbaraFromCalifornia said...

I have a love/hate relationship with Costco/Sam's Club.

Ezzie said...

Clevelanders would never cough on the food. It must be an LA thing.

Stacey said...

ROFLMAO, Ezzie. You tell him!

have popcorn will lurk said...

LOL!! I must have thought they were "good" bacteria.

have popcorn will lurk said...

HE must have thought...

Shoshana said...

See, this is why I have a phobia about buying produce (that I manage to surpass, but it's difficult). When I'm picking out produce, handling different items, I always think about all the other people who have done the same thing earlier with the same piece of fruit that I am now thinking about taking home and eating. And I think about grubby hands people don't wash touching all that fruit and then I'm disgusted. And almost can't buy it. Oops, hope I haven't passed on my phobia now...

Jack Steiner said...

Babka,

I don't just know it, I had one. :(

Dan,

Not a hero just a man who loves to buy certain items in bulk.

Barbara,

I am not a fan of Sam's Club.

Clevelanders would never cough on the food.

No they wouldn't. But that is only because they would be so frightened of blue skies and sunshine that they would never leave the house. Ran into this guy from pepper pike. He moved here a number of years ago. One of the comments that he made was that he was tired of being punished by G-d with lousy weather so he had to get out of there.

Stace,

So you finished crying over the escargot. ;)

Chana,

Could be.

Shoshana,

Nah, you didn't pass the phobia on to me. Ever since I saw what they did to food at Lax and Mandel I have had to have a short term memory block about how food is handled.

Anonymous said...

I think its hilarious. But please spare us the details about when you got rammed the last time.

Jack Steiner said...

Amishav,

Did I ever tell you about the time I...

Dapoppins said...

Bhahahaha! I will have to remember that next time I am in the produce section with a hacker.

Still Driving Traffic

Still one of the most popular posts on the blog.