Was I supposed to?

For those of you just getting to know me... I have no social skills. This causes some interesting scenes to unfold like the one I just experienced.

So that you can get the full view of this story you need to understand my mindset of the time. For that you will need a little back story. (Just a smidge so don't take that as your queue to lose interest in this story already.)

Our lovely dog Deva has been a little attention starved the last few days. It has been a crazy week and contrary to popular belief the world does not revolve around her. She has decided to show her frustration with the perceived lack of attention by peeing on the floor. This seriously bothers me so I'm planning to shampoo the carpets. I hate shampooing the carpets with passion so I'm not in the greatest of moods as I head to the store to find the best shampoo to save my carpets. 

As we have already established this is not my favorite chore so I'm spending a lot of time making sure that what I select to clean the carpet is the best option. Doing this a second time is not an option. I finally make my selection after about 30 minutes or so, grab some dog food, (because not feeding her would be considered abuse and therefore illegal) and head to the register. 

As I'm walking to the register one cashier is finishing up with a customer and it appears the other is just starting. So I naturally choose the one finishing up. I'm tired and I want to get this project over with as soon as possible. Shockingly the cashier walks off with the customer she just checked out and they continue a conversation about their own dogs in the middle of the exit door. She keeps glancing over at me, but makes no moves to come back. So I glanced up at the register light to make sure she wasn't closed. Nope still on. By this time three other people had lined up at the register still being manned. One lady in the other line kept starring at me like I should move over to that line and I was crazy for staying put. I can't decide if she is right or if I should yell at the cashier to get back to her post. I consider that the cashier is not a soldier so post probably isn't the best word. Meanwhile the cashier keeps glancing over at me and it is clear she is supposed to come back, but chooses not to. Do I change to the other line or just keep standing there like an idiot? I choose the idiot. Literally five minutes later (I swear I'm not exaggerating) she comes back to her register after finishing her conversation and smiles at me like nothing weird had just happened. So I wondered. Did it?

I finish with the weird cashier and go out to the parking lot with my buggy loaded with the upcoming chore. I have to go across the main drive and up a ramp to get to the parking lot. Right behind me is the lady from the other line. I put my items in the trunk and head back to the store to return my buggy just ahead of the lady also returning her buggy. As I turn the corner to go down the ramp I notice her going after another buggy as well that someone else left in the parking lot. I think "wow that is really nice of her". What do I get for my good thoughts? An evil stare. I begin to wonder if I've done something to offend this lady. I return my buggy inside the store and pass her on the way back to my car now with two buggies and again I think "wow that is really nice of her". Again I get another dirty look. Then I begin to wonder if I was supposed to offer to take the buggies to the front for her? Personally I think if I had to return mine she should have to return hers. Am I right or is that just my social ineptitude?

Seriously I welcome your comments and feed back on this my social misgivings. Should I have done something differently with either the weird cashier or the dagger staring lady? Those of you with social grace and or opinions speak out. Until then... Ladies, Gentlemen, and those in between; BUBBLES!!!!