I tried my best not to bruise the woman’s peaches, but ended up doing it just the same. It would be more accurate however, to say that I did not intend to bruise the stone fruit. I had just gotten to the point where I did not mean to be malicious in any way; I had simply given up trying to be successful in any, way, shape or form.
“Excuse me. Excuse me, sir. Sir, excuse me. Are you trying to destroy those white peaches? And don’t think I didn’t notice you shoving those bananas around. Those bags are meant to be environmentally friendly, not for you to mangle my groceries. Just because they’re bigger does not mean you have to cram more stuff in them.”
I loathed those bags. They were some cloth bag that the self-righteous hag had purchased to feel better about herself every time she bought groceries. She could have even bought the store brand bags for 99 cents a piece, but no she had to do it herself, assembling an array of bags so oddly sized that evened the most seasoned of Courtesies couldn’t properly handle her order. Cramming a pineapple, buffalo meat and a baguette into an otter shaped bag purchased at some god-forsaken aquarium, I cursed her and the fact that she would probably ask for help caring the order to her Prius, only to not even give me the decency of a smile or a “Good day”.
“And would you like any help out to your car today?”
“No, I think I can manage.” I was blessed.
“Well have a nice day.”
Next order is, thankfully, traditional plastic sacks.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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