By Jim Hagarty
2014
I really like my neighbourhood grocery store. Everyone is very friendly there and they take special care to let you know they appreciate your business by adding little touches like having the cashier bag the groceries for elderly people. I think that is so neat.
The other day, I was in line behind one such senior citizen, a very old woman who seemed to be struggling to keep it all together. I thought the cashier would give the woman a hand to bag her groceries but she didn’t. She just tossed a few bags her way and turned to me.
I can’t say I was annoyed, just a little surprised.
However, I am able to report that I was filled with instant furiousness when, after ringing my items through, the young woman grabbed two bags and filled them up with MY groceries.
OK, that does it.
I want people to have to start showing their birth certificates before they become eligible for free bagging as choosing me over the woman ahead of me was a colossal error.
I went home and had an afternoon nap to try to recover.
Then got up and took my pills. Put on a sweater. And slippers.
I hate my neighbourhood grocery store.
