Tuesday, May 29, 2018

First world problems.

Rude. Today I put my groceries on the conveyer belt at the grocery store. The clerk moved them forward. The woman in front of me was still getting things ready to pay and set her heavy purse (size of a small suitcase) on top of my groceries (to her left) rather than on the small shelf next to the credit card machine (to her right) or in her cart or on the bagging area. Maybe it was just too big and heavy to lift.

Then over the microphone: "Ray come to the office, please."  So Ray who was bagging my groceries for me, said, "That's me," and started to leave! Wise to how things were moving along, I gave him that look--and he put the last two things into the cart.

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