Our city banned single-use plastic bags last year, so when I go shopping I usually take as many reusable bags with me as I think I will need. It drives me nuts when the cashier or bagger boy tries to jam everything into one or two bags (which end up weighing about fifty pounds each) and leaving me with several empty bags. Spread it around, dammit!
(It’s kind of funny considering that when we still had plastic bags, they’d put a few items in each bag and you’d come home with ten bags when everything probably could have fit in three. )
This is unfair, I know, but I play games and don’t pay to go ad free. I get it, I’ll have to watch some ads. However, the worse are for games, I’m thinking Royal Match, and now they’ve come out with Royal Kingdom that are supposedly ad free to play. The ads I have to watch are longer than typical ads. I’ve never had a desire to play either, and the ads piss me off so much I never will.
Even when I tell them to fill the reusable bags up, my market puts two or three items in each reusable bag, then starts using plastic bags. They stare at me slack-jawed when I lose my shit and rebag everything into the reusable bags.
My issue is the opposite. There is always one item left over at the end and the bagger seems incapable of putting it in one of the six half-filled bags.
My Nextdoor is actually much like it is supposed to be. Lost cat, coyote sighting, recommendations for businesses, what is that bad smell/loud noise, heads up about petty crime in neighborhood, yard sale. If someone posts anything political other than very local, or CT, multiple voices tell them to shut up. Maybe we have an admin?
The solution to baggers doing it wrong is to do it yourself. You’re just standing there, after all. I’ve been bringing my cloth bags and packing my own groceries since 1978. I still have one or two of those original, much patched and mended, bags. Baggers should go the way of gas station attendants who pump your gas, clean your windshield, and take your credit card.
We don’t have supermarkets employing people to bag up for customers - probably too many of us know how to do it right, having been brung up proper by a mother like mine. I don’t want some spotty teenager putting all the squishables at the bottom.
IME ne-x-td-o-o-r dot com aggressively “incorporates” nearby neighborhoods, and IME, it’s a hassle to set the damn thing to just one’s own neighborhood.
Sure, I have some compassion that some idiot half-mile away saw a “dark-skinned man” walking by and felt like sharing that.
But I live in an HOA condo “community” and everyone knows not to come near my place, nor approach my carport. I think I scared off the JW’s and the LDS people years ago when I gladly started reciting from the Vulgate whatever they were droning on about.
Bonus? More Halloween candy for me!
Easiest solution for me is to put some Gorilla tape and post signs anywhere I see fit, and remove it when the problem is solved.
I often grab a bag and start bagging as soon as I’m done unloading my cart, but often there’s still a bagger boy at the end of the checkout trying to jam-pack everything into one bag. I guess I could just tell him I prefer to bag myself. I have said more than once “I’ve got a lot of bags. Feel free to use them all” but they don’t always get the hint.
What actually triggered my post was a trip to Target, where the old guy (seriously, he looked like he was well past 70) running the register had the bag sitting right on top of the scanner, so he was having trouble getting items to scan, and was trying to force so much stuff into one bag that I thought for sure the bag was going to rip. I was about this close to saying “Look, you scan and I’ll bag and we’ll be done a lot faster.”
it seems that all baggers here (Chile) have died of Covid …
more seriously: once we got those “only X persons can be in this supermarket at the same time”, the SMs were fast to drive all people out that didn’t leave money in their tills …
(obv. disguised as humanitarian endeavor … due to an abundance of caution and trying to minimize the risk of getting Covid, we will no longer have any baggers until further notice, bla bla bla … everybody stay healthy - as we don’t want legal problems - and spend lots of money here)
I am ok with that … as I also have no cash on me to tip them (which is was of course expected)
No, I can’t claim to be a ghost of some legend, nor even an ordinary crusty sock.
I don’t think I “scared” the JWs off, exactly…more probably bored them to tears by rushing inside to grab another translation or a koine Gk dictionary or something.
But I’ll take the comparison as a compliment, I suppose.
They’re the one’s who hand out that little magazine, like Watchtower, right?
Shit!
I mean, I might joke about them, but they never did me a Tom Cruise face/off with them. Seem harmless enough.
And also people who use straws, because they don’t like drinking out of a glass like a human.
Yep, gerbil or rabbit or rat ball is the only way I take my fluids. Seems reasonable.
And when questioned, he or she has little partner, like the Flash who rushes around attempting to correct some wrongs that we mere humans couldn’t possibly understand.
Probably uses wooden pencils, like a Denisovian or such.
One thing I actually miss about COVID is that I could bring my own bags to the store, but they wouldn’t touch them, so I had to bag my own groceries. That was nice.
In approximately 1972, I wanted mine packed into my backpack; a squarish canvas thing as was pretty common for backpacks at the time. I was walking several blocks to the store and had discovered that it was much easier to carry the groceries in the backpack than in the grocery bags (all of which at the time were paper.)
They would. not. do. it. The entire idea of packing groceries into anything other than a standard grocery bag was so far out of the universe of things the packers at that particular store had ever encountered that I could not get them to do it, even though the dimensions of that particular backpack were only slightly different than the dimensions of a grocery bag – just different enough that I couldn’t just pick up the grocery bag and put it in the backpack, because it wouldn’t fit. And they wouldn’t even let me just pack directly into the backpack itself; no, they had to put everything into the grocery bag.
I’d have to stand there at the end of the counter, take everything back out of the grocery bag, and load it into the backpack. IIRC, i did that all year, or rather all two semesters that I lived in that house. Neither the store nor I ever gave in; or, if one of us did, I’ve forgotten.
I expect the store has given in, one way or another, at some time since the 1970’s.
I did finally manage to set mine to stop listing things from other states entirely; but it’s now made up mostly of assorted public notices. Yes, New York State, I have seen the weather report, and that storm’s not expected to amount to much around here anyway. There’s very little else on it around here; I do check occasionally because once in a while there is a lost cat notice, or a for-free listing (generally of something that I don’t want either.) So far I haven’t found any of the lost cats – I haven’t found any cats since I joined.