Not to mention counting the change to make sure that it’s right, because they just dump what they think the register told them to grab in your hand happenstance without any explanation of it.
Haven’t you recently lost a bit of weight? You’re less insulated!
There are differences. And it’s not just regular milk that’s in that case, there are flavored milks, soy milks, buttermilk, cream, half-and-half, maybe-dairy coffee creamer products and often juices and teas in the same case. Oh, and at this time of year, egg nogs, too. And pints, quarts, half gallons and gallons. And best as I can tell, at the store where I shop, there’s no rhyme or reason for where various products are from week to week. It can take a minute to find a gallon of skim if it’s not where the last gallon of skim you grabbed was.
I don’t drink cow milk (only soy) and my mom doesn’t drink it but sometimes wants some for breakfast cereal and I always have to hunt for a simple quart of 2%. Sometimes I’m hunting for something specific for a recipe. I’m pretty sure that the end result of using half-and-half or non-dairy creamer product in a recipe that calls for whipping cream isn’t going to be very optimal. You can wait 20 seconds while I look, and go complain to the store manager who keeps rearranging the freakin’ dairy case from month to month.
I don’t know about high point of the week, but there are a lot of people, particularly elderly or infirm people, who are very isolated and cashiers are the only people they might have a face-to-face conversation with for several days at a time. Human interaction is vital to our wellbeing; I’m not willing to begrudge someone a conversation during their transaction.
My addition to the list: Be more thoughtful about people using the electric mobility carts in the store. When I’m on a cart, I and the cart are one. I am not blocking your access to the Cocoa Krispies out of spite, but because I don’t have any other way of getting to my oatmeal. I am not going to apologize for having to be where I am to get the items I need just because the cart is large. I can’t help that. Do not block my way. Do not walk in front of me or cut me off with your cart. The electric cart and I together weigh a hell of a lot more than you and your cart and we can’t stop (or turn) on a dime. I’m moving slowly, you can see me coming and judge accordingly. I’m at a disadvantage trying to both steer the behemoth, plodding cart and find the items I need in a store designed to be visually engaged from about two feet above my head when I’m in that seated position. (Which puts me on roughly the same eyeline as a toddler in the front seat of a standard cart.) Quit looking at me in disgust too. My legs don’t work well enough to walk me around a 20,000 square foot supercenter. I wish that they did, but that they don’t doesn’t make me inferior to you.