Advertency, we have it not.

So, I stopped at the grocery store on the way home and picked up a few things, a good bit of it cold, a few frozen items. When I got to the checkout line, I placed two bags -- one an insulated cold bag and one a thin, made-with-recycled-soda-bottles or something bag on the counter ahead of my order. The bagger picked up both bags, considered them earnestly, then proceeded to pack all the cold stuff in to the non-insulated bag.

Into the insulated bag went the bread.

*sigh*

However! I now have nineteen days off from the day-job in a row, which I'm treating for book-writing purposes as I Don't Have To Go Back EVER. It's not that the perfessers are a bad bunch, but they are a bunch and they do din in the head long after the day is done. Which speaks more to how I process people than anything particularly awful in daily interactions, but still... I can hear myself think.

How. . .pleasant.