Supermarket

My Mom sent me this story. I read it to the Sisters and they all laughed. So this is her letter but without all the personal stuff she wrote first and last.

Dear Panther,

I had to go to the Supermarket for some things: milk, ice cream, lettuce, like that. (No cat food!) I bought 6 things. When I got to the checkout line I said to the checkout person, "Please don't put everything in one bag. It will be too heavy for me."

(I know very well that check-out people will try to stuff as much as possible into a plastic bag because they're told to. I once asked if it's a policy and yes it is. I end up with a bag for a body-builder.)

I paid my bill and when I looked up, my request had been ignored. All my items had been put in one bag.

I said to the checkout person (a young male, which is immaterial for this story), "Excuse me. Did you hear my request? I asked for all the things not to be put in one bag!"

The checkout person looked around in bewilderment. Then this is what he did: He took half the items in the bag and put them in a second bag. He took the other half of the items in the bag and put them in a third bag. Then he took the first bag, now empty, bunched it up, and threw it out.