"Hey, Anna," I said. "I heard you telling your friend on the phone that a customer yelled at you? Why?"
"Oh, she said I was bagging her groceries wrong, but I already knew to put the bread on top. Then she rolled her eyes at me."
[oh, sweet poetic justice!]
"How annoying!" I said.
"Oh, that's okay," Anna said, shrugging. "I just plopped a head of cabbage on top of her Cadbury eggs when she wasn't looking."
I'm so proud of her. Anna, abused retail workers everywhere salute you.
Way, way back in the day--before computerized cash registers--we used to have something in the pharmacy called an a*****le surcharge. We just added $5 to the cost of the prescription. It was very satisfying.
ReplyDeleteHaaaaaahaaaahaaaa! See, teenage girls are lots of fun, sometimes.
ReplyDeletehahaha!! I love it!
ReplyDeleteAnd chocolate picks up other flavors so fast...
ReplyDeleteFWIW, now that my baby just turned 21 so I can play Wise Old Sage (cut the old part, though, m'kay?) I found that the best way to get a teenager to open up and talk (and just plain be decent when you're starving for that out of them) is to make them their favorite dessert and then--this is important--stay up way past their usual going to bed time as you share it. Dunno why it's so effective, but it is.
I used to sack groceries. I was chastised by elderly people consistently. A thankless job. Go get em Anna!
ReplyDeleteWay to go, girl---get em where it hurts!
ReplyDeleteClearly, my kids need jobs ASAP!
ReplyDeleteI cracked up at this post! Thanks for the laugh ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd stuff like that is precisely why I load my groceries on the conveyor according to what kind of package it is. That way it's easier to bag, and easier for me to put away when I get home. I've been thanked by the grocery store associates for having an organized setup since it makes their jobs easier.
And I wouldn't fuss at the bagger about the method. I'd just simply smile and say "I'd like my candy in a separate bag please. I need to hide it from the kids and husband."
That was really excellent self-control there. The temptation to recite (from memory) your hilariously accurate linked post must have been extreme. Congrats on resisting.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should try rolling your eyes when she talks...
ReplyDeleteOoh. Or not -- god knows what she'd do to your food...
Can I revel in that moment of sweet poetic justice as well?
ReplyDeleteI am the persnickety customer who insists on bagging her own groceries. In my defense (and this is how I always explain it, nicely), I have a 40-minute drive home. I want all the cold stuff together, with the meat and frozen in the insulated bag, and the other cold stuff together in the overflow bags, so that nothing goes bad. I like to know which bags need to be unpacked right away and which ones can wait while I change the baby's diaper. Like Feisty Irish Wench, I unload my cart according to how I'm going to bag it, and actually, unloading is now my oldest's job, and he has it down pat and gets pretty irritated when the person who is not bagging, because I've taken the job, tries to do HIS job for him. Most of the cashiers know us and our anal little ways, though. :)
ReplyDeleteHa!
ReplyDeleteWow! You sure do have your hands full with her! :)
ReplyDeleteAnna will do just fine in the real world.
ReplyDeleteNever, EVER, piss off someone bagging your groceries.
ReplyDeleteRule #283,263
Ahhh.... shopper payback. Gooooood :)
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. Nobody should eat Cadbury eggs anyway, but that's another story.
ReplyDeleteCadbury egg abuse?! That is so wrong.
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