Dear horrible grocery store cashier,
You clearly don’t know what you’re doing, nor do you care about your job. Which in this economic climate is a bad choice. You still had a “trainee” tag above your name badge, but being new is no excuse for your terrible customer service.
My husband always organizes the groceries on the conveyor belt in the order he wants them bagged. Raw meats together, heavy items together, light items last so they can go on top. As he watched you bag the first few items with no regard for order he went back and grouped the groceries together into tighter little sets. You didn’t care.
You reached past the next item on the belt to grab food an arms length away. You put canned goods on top of the bread. You put our hot, cooked chicken next to the milk. Nothing like warm milk to go with my flattened bread. I had hope for a moment when you put the eggs in their own plastic bag, but then you stuck it in my reusable bag and put apples on top. Big, heavy apples and a wasted plastic bag. Thanks.
The entire time you performed these atrocities you complained about how long it had been since you had a break. Two whole uninterrupted hours of work and no break. Wow. We did not sympathize. But you kept complaining, throwing in a “you know” every once in a while as if we were nodding along.
You were surprisingly quick, we had little time to correct your bagging skills, mostly stopping to tell you that no, those weren’t limes, they were avocados. Wow. When we got home not one bag had any reason to it. I believe you even put the few cleaning products at the end of the line in separate bags of food. Nothing like bleach cleaner with my strawberries. The strawberry container is full of air holes, for all I know you twisted the sprayer to open. Seems like your MO. Good luck with your next job hunt, I imagine it’s going to happen pretty soon.
Sincerely,
Kelly
