Since this seems to have turned, for the time being, into some sort of confessional blog, I’ll tell you a little secret: I get mad at the bagger at the grocery store. I feel bad about this because he is obviously developmentally delayed, and who wants to be the douchebag that gets upset with the developmentally delayed guy who works as a bagger in the grocery store. Good on him for working at the grocery store.
Except that his bagging technique is poor. And when I say “poor,” I mean “puts jars of spaghetti sauce on top of the bread.” Yes, and the fact that this gets me riled up does make me a charicature of a WASPy middle aged guy. Fact is, this has gone on for years. Years. Why does this continue to happen? Probably because, like me, no one wants to complain to the manager about the developmentally delayed guy. What kind of douchebag would do that?
I try to avoid his checkout lane when I can, but I don’t want to be obvious. He walked off right before dude started checking me out, and I thought I would be able to bag my own. Which is fine except dude almost asked me to bag my own which I think kind of sucks, but I would have. The bagger guy came back though, and I am left to feel like a heel. Perhaps one day I will see my squashed bread as a way to give this person a sense of dignity and purpose in life. Or maybe I’ll keep looking for other lanes like the douche that I am.