Saturday, February 25, 2012
It's nice to be nice to the nice
No matter what the time of day is, the checkout folks and baggers are so kind. They ask me if I found everything okay, they ask me about plastic or paper, and then proceed to pack my groceries with care. They gently hand me my receipt and always thank me and wish me a happy day.
They always offer to walk my cart out to the car. I always decline. I'm not at the point in my life where I need or want this service. Yet.
I think that I'm starting to tick off some of the baggers. They've started to try to talk me into letting them take the cart. They're using lines like, "I'm going out to get the carts anyway..." or "I don't mind." So, then I have to tell them, again, that I'm not interested in this service.
It starts to feel like a bit of a standoff. NO! I don't want this. YES! You must have it! NO! I can get my own groceries to the car! YES! Old woman, I want to get outside and get some fresh air! NO! I don't want to make small talk all the way to the car! YES! I need a break from bagging all this stupid food! NO NO NO! And, I run out the store pushing my cart at warp speed.
Today, I didn't let Kyle take my cart to the car. We had the standoff, and I walked away victorious.
As I pushed my own cart to the car, I didn't feel so nice. They'd never hire me at Publix.