Stupid Baggers…
I’ve been putting off writing a post for the past week. Why you ask? Because I can’t decide what I want to write about. It’s not so much writer’s block as it is writer’s avalanche. There are so many things going on inside my head I don’t know where to start. It’s looking like my house in there. Piles of crap everywhere. Pretty soon you’ll have a butt-load of posts to read.
I apologize in advance.
Today I’ll start here: Why can’t the baggers at the grocer’s bag correctly any more?
I mean REALLY?!?!
I bring my own reusable bags when I shop (unless I need a few extra small trash bags, then I let them use their plastic ones.) Halfway through my order I notice the bagger was using plastic bags. I asked why and was told he ran out of room in the reusable ones. I had 6 of them. Did I really buy that much?? I bought a lot, but having been a bagger, I knew I could get most of the stuff into my bags, with a couple plastic for the milk and cold stuff.
When I get out to the car I see why he ‘ran out of room’. One reusable bag had a pint of ice cream, a can of green beans, a bottle of spicy mustard and a box of au gratin potatoes. That’s all.
WTF???
The next bag had a multi-pak of individual bags of chips (with its own convenient carrying handle) and two boxes of Little Debbies.
?!?!
Next up a plastic bag with a gallon of ice cream.
Another plastic bag with an avocado, soy sauce and raspberries.
One of my favorites, a reusable bag with corn on the cob on the bottom, bananas on top of that, 2 boxes of Little Debbies, 3 ready-to-eat lunches and bread.
My other favorite, reusable bag with blackberries on the bottom, a ready-to-eat lunch and a gallon size bottle of car wash on top.
Yes, the berries were a little mussed. Hubby said I should have gone back and pointed it out the fact the grocery had apparently negleted teaching the baggers how to properly build a bag, but at that point I just wanted to get home.
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So here I sit, fuming for the past few hours about how the baggers have no idea what they are doing.
And realizing I have, unfortunately, gotten old.
