When I was younger and lived with Mom, she had a behavior that caused so much internal embarrasement: she would re-pack grocery bags at the bagger’s station. I mean, holding-up-the-bagger-and-next-customer to re-bag-the-groceries. I think I’d just die inside.
Today, at Target, the checkout lady kept asking me if I wanted things in bags. Yes, I’d brought one canvas bag and I knew that not everything would fit in it because of the combination of hard- and soft-sided items. “Do you want your wine in the bag?” uhh, yes. “Do you want these things in plastic bags?” yes. I would like the 5 items that are left in a bag to carry them all out, unless Target has a basket return area in the parking lot.
She put the wine box (hey, I like the Wine Cube Pinot Grigio. It’s tasty and cheap.) in the canvas bag, then stuffed the cheese and salad around it, put the milk in another bag and the cleaning products in yet another bag. I totally pulled a Mom, putting all the refrigerated items in one bag, and the hard-sided items in the canvas bag, leaving the extra bag at the bagging area. I don’t think I realized what I’d done until I was well into the parking lot.