So I'll share more vacation stories later this week. For now, I want to jot down an experience I just had at the grocery store.
I'm alone. And psyched to be alone, albeit that it's only at the market. No negotiating over fruit snacks or pop tarts. No bribery. No growling through clenched teeth about 100 times, "Because I said so."
I finish my shopping. And get in line. I request paper bags. And then I notice him. My bagger. With one entire arm in a sling. Attempting to bag my groceries. In paper bags. With one arm.
All right--who's in charge here? Wouldn't this guy be better put to use somewhere else? Like collecting shopping carts with one arm? Or stacking canned goods with one arm?
Anywhere but BAGGING (MY) GROCERIES.
I watch as my checked items begin to pile up as he fumbles and manages to put a mere 2 boxes and one can in a bag. And then lifts it as though to put it into my cart. Because he can't lift anything much heavier than that.
Clearly, this is NOT going to work.
So I stand on the other side of him. And grab my own paper bag and start filling it up. I manage to bag all my own groceries as One Arm is still grappling with a bag of grapes and a quarter-watermelon.
And I can't help thinking: Isn't there a joke about this? Where the punch line is something to the effect of "slower than a one-armed bagger?"