The Wonderful World of Supermarkets
The wonderful world of supermarkets.
This week I am going to bore you with some of my favorite pet peeves. While going through my mind for material, I have discovered that 98% of my pet peeves are directed at one place: the supermarkets.
Seems every week when I go to the store. I hit the day of the mating ritual of the grocery carts. There are always at least 40 carts, all stuck together, and I still haven’t figured out if you are supposed to take the first cart or the last cart in the row. Most of the time I try to get the last cart. So there I am, trying to hold on to my purse, and with my left hand pushing a cart, and with my right hand pulling a cart, trying to make the romantic little devils - let go of each other. Then when I finally use enough force to break their hold, the racket they make gets the attention of everyone standing at the check out stands. And it always seems like the one that I put up the fight for and won, is the one with the square wheel, and the front gate that won’t stay up.
After winning the battle of the carts, the most humiliating experience is still waiting for you at the produce department. The plastic bags they provide for the very wet vegetables.I am convinced that two out of three of these things are sealed on both ends. Last week I spent what seemed like an eternity, trying to open one of those flimsy bags. It took so long, and I felt so dumb that I thought about apologizing to the lady standing next to me, because I couldn’t open a simple little plastic bag. They can print everything else on those skinny little bags, why can’t they print a little arrow and a message saying. “Try to open the other end, stupid.”
Have you noticed that some supermarket» stack their sale items, still in the cartons, in the middle of the aisles, leaving one lane of traffic and no traffic signs. I nearly had a grin- ding head on collision with a lady and her car in a cheese department one day. She was headed south and I was headed north, with the cheese to the east and the canned peaches to the west, in one lane of traffic and not a patrolman in sight. At the point of no return for both of us, we stopped and looked at each other. After a couple of excuse me’s, we both started backing up. The only problem was, there were two more shoppers and carts, behind each of us. It must have taken five minutes to get out of that mess.
And remember when you didn’t have to answer the inevitable question at the check out stand, “Do you have one of our check cashing cards?” It is so degrading to tell them that all you have is a silly little piece of plastic, that the bank gave you, saying they would guarantee your checks.
The biggest decision of your life time is the decision you have to make as the scanners are bleeping up the $40 worth of groceries that total up to $65 when they are through
It is the answer to the most earth shattering question of all: “Paper or plastic bags, Ma’am?”
I have always hated to make important snap decisions.
