I'm working the rare morning shifts this week, and am generally happy because not only is it slow and I can watch cashiers/help out Dairy Guy, I'm teamed up with a cashier who knows my bagging system (and I know roughly what her scanning speed is). Until this witch...third customer of the day.
A lady comes through our lane with four reusable bags, and says (waving a finger at me like I'm a toddler) "Now I want you to double-bag this [pointing to the meat] in plastic."
OK, that's what I do with all raw meat anyway. I acknowledge this, and think that's the end of it. I get it in one bag, and just as I'm about to drop it into a second bag that's on the rack: "EXCUUUSE ME! You're not listening! I said DOUBLE bags!" Rips the bag out of my hand; it tears and (unnoticed by her) one of the foam trays cracks down the middle. Not my fault, I wasn't about to point it out to her and prolong this. Somehow I'm able to keep it from actually leaving the bag, double it, put the whole package in one of the reusable bags and continue packing.
I'm almost done when she snaps to the cashier (excuse you I'm right here and can hear fine): "She's not doing what I wanted!"
At this point we're both confused.
"I wanted everything in double plastic, then in my bags!" That's NOT what you said. I asked at the beginning if you wanted to use just your bags and you said yes.
OK....you realize that this way, much less can fit in each bag (no way in Hades we can now cram everything into the four bags you have).
SIGH. Unpack everything. Cashier puts up her Closed sign so we can focus on this mess. The SC is huffing and hawing "I have somewhere to be you know!" Finally, we get everything packed to her satisfaction (apparently). Suddenly she's all sweetness, but still talking down to me "Now that wasn't hard, was it?".
Grrr. Why even bring the bags then?
A lady comes through our lane with four reusable bags, and says (waving a finger at me like I'm a toddler) "Now I want you to double-bag this [pointing to the meat] in plastic."
OK, that's what I do with all raw meat anyway. I acknowledge this, and think that's the end of it. I get it in one bag, and just as I'm about to drop it into a second bag that's on the rack: "EXCUUUSE ME! You're not listening! I said DOUBLE bags!" Rips the bag out of my hand; it tears and (unnoticed by her) one of the foam trays cracks down the middle. Not my fault, I wasn't about to point it out to her and prolong this. Somehow I'm able to keep it from actually leaving the bag, double it, put the whole package in one of the reusable bags and continue packing.
I'm almost done when she snaps to the cashier (excuse you I'm right here and can hear fine): "She's not doing what I wanted!"
At this point we're both confused.
"I wanted everything in double plastic, then in my bags!" That's NOT what you said. I asked at the beginning if you wanted to use just your bags and you said yes.
OK....you realize that this way, much less can fit in each bag (no way in Hades we can now cram everything into the four bags you have).
SIGH. Unpack everything. Cashier puts up her Closed sign so we can focus on this mess. The SC is huffing and hawing "I have somewhere to be you know!" Finally, we get everything packed to her satisfaction (apparently). Suddenly she's all sweetness, but still talking down to me "Now that wasn't hard, was it?".
Grrr. Why even bring the bags then?
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