This place is awful. I noticed since I got here that the flaming rich will bump your arm and grab stuff around you like you aren't there. They will hit you and not even say excuse me. The next time someone thinks running over me to grab a can of soup is a keen thing to do...they are going to get a scolding. People here think they have a right to cut in front of you in line and hit you to grab an item.
One lady a the bank thought she was going to cut in front of me, and one of the tellers noticed and waved me over quickly, and we listened to her huff and puff impatiently. Even the teller rolled her eyes.
This stuff happened where I used to live, but mostly people let you have your personal space...in fact, they would stand away from others as if they were diseased. I think I preferred that. Not here....
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