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[rolanni]

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.

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In trying to figure this out, all I can come up with is "hard things together in one bag, soft thing in soft bag so it doesn't get crushed."

I'll note that many of the local Safeways hire the developmentally disabled as baggers and while it may be a bit painstaking at times, they never put the bread on the bottom, and indeed generally bag as one would wish it done!

I wonder if there is anywhere left with blue ribbon trad checkouts? I remember Berkeley Bowl in the golden days of yore (1980s) when they would 10 key the prices weigh and bag the mostly produce and bulk items about as fast as a reasonably athletic two handed person could move all the items 3-4 feet. And the bags would be neat and properly filled.