I have never been able to
figure out why cashiers and/or bagboys usually feel the need to make comments
on your purchases while they're ringing you up. "Were you able to
find everything OK?" *boop*
"Ooh, are these good?" *boop* "Well, this is nice" *boop* "Mmmm, that looks good" *boop* and
"I'll need to get myself some of these while they're on
sale" *boop* are
just a handful of the examples I've heard in all my years of purchasing items.
I guess the cashiers/bagboys are just trying to make small talk to pass
the time or something. Or who knows, maybe it's some kind of weird
requirement. Like a dumb store policy. You never know what kind of
weirdo, cockamamie rules management are gonna throw out there to force their
poor employees to comply with (as if they didn't have enough to worry about or
mess with as it is).
It wouldn't do for me to
be a cashier. Step 1, I don't particularly like interacting with strangers (or
most other humans, for that matter). Step 2, I don't give a crap what kind of cookies you're buying
this week, or if they're any good. I would imagine if you're buying them, you must like them, and who cares what anybody else thinks. I
would never dream of making any kind of comment
about somebody's little ol' cookies, or anything else.
Today's grocery store
weirdness occurred at the checkout. I had a box of borax in my buggy, and
the older lady cashier said something about it (something to the effect of what
a versatile product it was), and I agreed, and explained that I used it to make
my own laundry detergent, among other things. The cashier said
"You're smart". Then the bagboy piped up and said "I use
it too" and both me and the cashier-lady looked at each other in slight bewilderment, because you wouldn't expect a 19+/- year old guy with an emo haircut to be using borax for anything (much less using any type of cleaning product at all, for
that matter). And that's when the dude shamelessly explained "I use
it for killing roaches", and both me and the cashier lady were like
And the bagboy continued
to explain how he sprinkles it all around behind everything, and how borax is
the only thing he's found that would kill his roaches.
I mean, don't get me
wrong. I've seen enough episodes of Billy the Exterminator to know that
these things can happen to even the cleanest of people (although I can't help
but think that the nastier your house is, surely the more appealing it would be
to a variety of vermin)...?
So even though I don't
really like interacting with strange people, at the same time, I'm always nice
to everyone, so I tried to smooth over the embarrassment of the situation (not
for myself, but for the bagboy, who evidently didn't realize that having
roaches in your house was something that you should probably be embarrassed
about, or at the very least, a taboo fact that you might not want to freely
advertise to the world) by simply stating over again how yes, indeed, borax
certainly can be used for a wide variety of
different things. Even killing roaches. *shudder*
Finally, my grocery
transaction was complete, and as always, the bagboy asked me if I needed any
help getting my groceries out to my car. With visions of roaches
skittering down his shirt sleeves and into my grocery bags to come home with
me, I politely declined (although I always decline assistance anyway, roaches
or no roaches). And I made my way home with just a very slight case of
the willies.
When I got home and was
unloading the groceries and putting them away, I discovered that the roachy
bagboy had neglected to put my carton of eggs in the buggy, so I didn't make it
home with them. And boy, was I pissed about it. I hope Ol' Roachy
enjoys his omelet tonight! >:{
Stupid grocery store!
Grr!
