I, as you know, love to go grocery shopping.
Mostly because: A. I get to go to Wegman's. B. It is the ONLY place I EVER go alone. Ever.
It is a "sacred" experience.
But sometimes, it's one of those visits...you know...when you get the cashier who couldn't care less about your groceries.
You get Pet Peeve #1: The Horrible Grocery Bag Packer
I think it ought to be elevated to an art form.
I believe so strongly in a well packed bag that I take everything out of my cart and place it on the belt in the exact order I want it bagged:
boxes go with boxes
meat with meat
cold stuff with well, cold stuff
produce with...you get the picture
So happily, I unpack my cart and send my groceries on their way and usually they end up mostly in the right bags.
Everything was sailing along, minding it's own business when she put:
the milk with the strawberries!
tissues with produce!
cans WITH boxes!
milk with sun dried tomatoes!
and the worst offense of all...............
strawberries WITH MY HAMBURGER!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I know that in the scheme of life that this doesn't constitute a big deal.
But since I spend 1/3 of our income on groceries wouldn't ya think they could at least
"respect the food."
That is all.