We’ve lived in Georgia for about seven years. One of the customs I’ve had to get used to is not being able to bag my own groceries. In Georgia, either the cashier or a bag person handles the task of bagging items. In Jersey, shoppers do their own bagging.
I miss bagging my own groceries.
Earlier this week I was dispatched to our neighborhood supermarket to pick up a few items. A particular personal hygiene product was among the deliverables on my list.
Pretty routine stuff.
On this particular day, the cashier was working solo – no official bagging personnel to assist. My list that day wasn’t very long so there weren’t many things to bag. One of the last items on the belt was the personal hygiene product. For reasons I have yet to figure out, the cashier opted to double bag this particular personal hygiene item.
She reached under the belt, retrieved a brown paper bag (which I didn’t think were still available), put the item in the bag and then put the paper bagged item – and nothing else – into another grocery bag.
Having something so discretely bagged – you’d have thought I was buying a bottle of ripple or one of those periodicals I’ve heard of, with gripping articles and pictures of scantily clad women.
I don’t embarrass easily – especially the older I get – that’s why I had to chuckle a bit on the inside thanks to this needless display of discretion over the purchase of an innocent personal hygiene product.
I’m still chuckling as I remember this visit to the store and I’m also imagining – as I soar through these middle ages – what personal item purchases will require the brown bag treatment.