how rude

I did not grow up in my current state of residence. I was raised elsewhere. Where I grew up, I could order Sprite, rice, or French fries without someone asking me to repeat myself. In this same aforementioned state, when asked for my first name, they would hear "Glen" and not "Clint." I realize this is a different place with its own customs and quirks. I recently learned how to be rude at the grocery store... When you get in line at the grocery store, chances are there is someone in front of you. It is also very likely that they have loaded up that magical conveyor belt with their items of choice. In order to keep the confusion level to a minimum, there exists those little plastic dividers that can be placed between your stuff and mine. Here begins the lesson in etiquette. Where I grew up, when you started to load your groceries, you grabbed one of those dividers and throw it down before unloading your shiz. Not here. No sir. Last weekend at the local Winco, I noticed the dude in front of me throw down a divider after he had finished loading his groceries on the belt. I thought it was weird but whatever. I threw my items on the belt and waited for the cashier to ring it all up. I glanced behind me and noticed the next customer glaring at me with daggers in her eyes. She sighed loudly, grabbed a divider, and threw it down with a loud "SHWACK!" Apparently folks round these parts expect you to do that for them. In Texas, we are an independent bunch. If I want my groceries divided from yours, I gotta handle that shiz. Here in the beehive state, that ain't the case. Lesson learned, Utah.