1. Hot dogs are not meat and American “cheese” is not cheese. Both are processed stuff that’s leftover from making other stuff.
2. Curlers are not an acceptable accessory to any outfit except a robe and slippers. And none of the three should be worn at the grocery store.
3. Having been forced to view what other people consider church clothes, I can now see why they don’t seem to sell slips any more. I’ve never seen slips short enough to avoid a “your slip is showing” with those clothes. Merciful heavens. The dresses and skirts in our house must pass the metanoia test. [And this is completely off topic, but does anyone know a good, inexpensive source for girls’ slips? They don’t sell them locally.]
4. Ok, this is a bit neurotic* (like you haven’t already figured that out yet), but when I very carefully place the large, heavy items on the belt at the checkout first, then cans, then boxes, then other dense objects, then lighter objects, refrigerated things together, frozen things together, etc., why does the checker or bagger decide to just reach out and grab a random item and put it in a bag on top of another random item? I made it easy for them. Hello? Bread is not happy with bananas sitting on top of it. And those bags of heavy, indestructible cans go on the bottom of the cart and the lighter things go on top of those bags.
5. When you sell some product in a dispenser-type container (even if it’s a plastic box) and you also sell the same item in “refill” bags, you should not price them such that the refill bags cost more per ounce (or whatever the appropriate unit is) than the original container. I will continue to buy the original container and I will grind my teeth. [It’s even more insulting when the price-per-unit is right on the price label so you don’t even have to do the mental arithmetic.]
6. When you bought 10 of something, wouldn’t you think the most efficient way to ring it up is to scan one, rapidly count the total number of items, then hit “x 10” on the register? Instead of ringing up every. Single. Item.
Sigh. I guess that’s all for now. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Whew!