I'm home on spring break, which means I'm going to the grocery store every other day. My partner is incapable of buying food in advance, and we don't have room in the apartment even if we wanted to. So we usually go out before meals to argue over what we want.
I don't know what it is, but every time we go I see more and more people sticking things they don't want around the registers. Bottles of iced tea with the candy, strawberries on store displays. In Wally World I saw some one leave a half full iced coffee sitting on a shelf next to the men's underwear. Every time I see it I just get
.
The worst one was when I was in the local supermarket. I was in the express lane with my beau, waiting for a woman to finish trying to figure out how to use her food stamps. The man in front of us (behind the lady) has five things in his basket: beer, fish sticks, paper towels, bleach, and iced tea. He sticks the iced tea in a display of cookies first, which as me turning to my partner with a
expression.
Then, he puts the beer and fishsticks on the belt. Puts the paper towels up, and puts the bleach underneath the belt in the area where you put handbaskets. Now I'm a mixture of
and
. He puts the paper towels on the belt, and then takes them off. Puts them with the bleach. Takes them back and puts them on the belt again. Rinse repeat, I kid you not, FIVE times. FIVE. Finally leaves them under the belt with the bleach.
The worst part?
He looks at them both, then proceeds to kick them further into the back so they won't be seen under the belt. I was
.
He pays, and the cashier starts ringing my things through. I was waiting for the man to leave so I can ask her if she wants me to grab the things he left sitting under the belt. He just WON'T LEAVE though. He's standing there, staring at me, as if waiting to see if I'll mention the items he discarded. Finally I start running my card and he walks away. At this point I mention the items to her.
Me: That guy left a bunch of things under the belt with the handbaskets. Do you want me to grab them?
Her: ... *looks like she wants to
* No, it's okay. I'll get them later...
Me: Sorry...
I shudder to think what it would have been like if they had been fresh groceries. There were strawberries I saw sitting among store cleaners, rotting away...
I don't know what it is, but every time we go I see more and more people sticking things they don't want around the registers. Bottles of iced tea with the candy, strawberries on store displays. In Wally World I saw some one leave a half full iced coffee sitting on a shelf next to the men's underwear. Every time I see it I just get
.The worst one was when I was in the local supermarket. I was in the express lane with my beau, waiting for a woman to finish trying to figure out how to use her food stamps. The man in front of us (behind the lady) has five things in his basket: beer, fish sticks, paper towels, bleach, and iced tea. He sticks the iced tea in a display of cookies first, which as me turning to my partner with a
expression.Then, he puts the beer and fishsticks on the belt. Puts the paper towels up, and puts the bleach underneath the belt in the area where you put handbaskets. Now I'm a mixture of
and
. He puts the paper towels on the belt, and then takes them off. Puts them with the bleach. Takes them back and puts them on the belt again. Rinse repeat, I kid you not, FIVE times. FIVE. Finally leaves them under the belt with the bleach.The worst part?
He looks at them both, then proceeds to kick them further into the back so they won't be seen under the belt. I was
.He pays, and the cashier starts ringing my things through. I was waiting for the man to leave so I can ask her if she wants me to grab the things he left sitting under the belt. He just WON'T LEAVE though. He's standing there, staring at me, as if waiting to see if I'll mention the items he discarded. Finally I start running my card and he walks away. At this point I mention the items to her.
Me: That guy left a bunch of things under the belt with the handbaskets. Do you want me to grab them?
Her: ... *looks like she wants to
* No, it's okay. I'll get them later...Me: Sorry...
I shudder to think what it would have been like if they had been fresh groceries. There were strawberries I saw sitting among store cleaners, rotting away...



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