In most supermarkets these days the checkout person asks "Want any help with your packing love?' (substitute "love" for "mate" if male). They're programmed to say this, but you know most of them don't really mean it. I know they're programmed because a few weeks ago (on a big shop) the conveyor was full and I still had stuff in my trolley and the checkout assistant asked if I needed any help with my packing.
Normally I reply 'no thanks' even though I do really need it. I don't know if it's a man thing but under pressure I find it VERY difficult to separate the soft and hard things into bags. I usually get home and the breads been squashed out of all recognition by the beans or something. And I get into big trouble.
That's why this weekend I was relieved when the checkout assistant asked me to put the ‘closed' sign on the conveyor as I was getting the groceries out of the trolley and putting them on the counter. With the pressure of the next customers impatient glaring removed I felt confident I could cope with the deluge of groceries that was about to come my way. So I answered 'No Thanks.'
If I'd realised the checkout assistant hadn't had a break for almost four hours and had just ordered a couple of poached scabby dogs for lunch, I may have offered a different answer when asked the obligatory question. As it wasn't I hadn't and I didn't.
Well the speed and ferocity those groceries were jettisoned down the short runway was quite incredible. In no way was I prepared and as for segregating the groceries for preservation and protection...
I was at the point of complete overwhelmed-ness when a dodgy barcode gave me some respite, at this point I regained some composure and batted on (albeit with difficulty) to the end.
I know it's almost a week away but I'm already formulating different strategies for next weekends shopping expedition.
Any help sincerely appreciated.
Regards,
Simon
Normally I reply 'no thanks' even though I do really need it. I don't know if it's a man thing but under pressure I find it VERY difficult to separate the soft and hard things into bags. I usually get home and the breads been squashed out of all recognition by the beans or something. And I get into big trouble.
That's why this weekend I was relieved when the checkout assistant asked me to put the ‘closed' sign on the conveyor as I was getting the groceries out of the trolley and putting them on the counter. With the pressure of the next customers impatient glaring removed I felt confident I could cope with the deluge of groceries that was about to come my way. So I answered 'No Thanks.'
If I'd realised the checkout assistant hadn't had a break for almost four hours and had just ordered a couple of poached scabby dogs for lunch, I may have offered a different answer when asked the obligatory question. As it wasn't I hadn't and I didn't.
Well the speed and ferocity those groceries were jettisoned down the short runway was quite incredible. In no way was I prepared and as for segregating the groceries for preservation and protection...
I was at the point of complete overwhelmed-ness when a dodgy barcode gave me some respite, at this point I regained some composure and batted on (albeit with difficulty) to the end.
I know it's almost a week away but I'm already formulating different strategies for next weekends shopping expedition.
Any help sincerely appreciated.
Regards,
Simon
