Friday, January 23, 2009

At the week's end ... I'm letting my inner curmudgeon out


who packed this bag?, originally uploaded by toyfoto.



You know how you go to the grocery store with those Earth saving reusable totes that are all the rage?

And you know how good it makes you feel?

Aside from the fact that you've forgotten (YET AGAIN) to bring the sturdy, somewhat stylish totes from the car ... from the place were you stored them in the house the when you unpacked them the last trip ... into the store, and you'll being buying another set of the ugly store-brand kind just so you won't have to bring ALL. THOSE. EVIL. PLASTIC. BAGS. HOME. AGAIN. Or worse, you'll leave the cart and schelp BACK out to the car with a screaming baby and a whiny preschooler ...

Uhm ... Where was I?

Oh, off, damn tangent. What was I saying?

Ah, yes. ... You feel good about this. This is good. This is right.

AND ... It's even saving you a few cents, because the cashiers often take off a nickel or a dime here and there for each bag you haul in to carry off your items.

So WHY for the love of Petey, when they would put Brillo pads and bananas in their own separate bags if they were flimsy plastic ones, do these baggers insist on packing the bags in QUARK so you need a gantry crane to get them from the shopping cart to the trunk of your car?

Is there an Olympic supermarket bagging sport I missed?

5 comments:

Karen said...

Oh, I know exactly what you're talking about! Last week, the bagboy was almost finished and we still had one more (unused) bag, but he kept cramming stuff in the one he was working on. Then he looked at us and asked if we wanted some item in a plastic bag!?! Before I could stammer my answer, he noticed that there was another cloth one and used it. Arghhhhhhh!

And yes, you have to have a crane to lift them.

clickmom said...

I go to the gym every day just so I can lift groceries on my off hours. No really! I do!

kittenpie said...

Forgoing comment on the groceries because I don't do the shopping, in favour of noting that that picture might just be the cutest thuing I've ever seen.

Martha said...

My favorite: "Ma'am, your eggs are right here on top," says the bagger.
They ALWAYS like to tell me the location of my eggs.
Meanwhile, I get home to find my fresh, still soft from the bakery Italian bread smashed.
I don't give a crap about my eggs! Those are protected in cardboard. Tell me when you've put my bread in with my canned goods.

Mrs. Chicken said...

I KNOW! Like, seriously. The only good thing is that then you only have to make two trips from car to house, because there are only for bags.

Dude.