That's what my brother Ryan calls the "special" people who bag groceries at Publix. Let's face it--my brother is not now, and never will be, the most PC person you'll ever meet. Remind me to tell you all about the Red T.R. button sometime.
So anyway, yesterday I was at Publix and the man bagging my groceries was obviously not firing on all cylinders. He was, however, extremely excited about my groceries. The conversation went like this:
Bagger: [picking up the Glade scented candle I was purchasing] Wow! Great scent!
Me: Uh..yeah. I like it.
Bagger: [picking up a can of vegetable beef soup] I love this soup! This is my favorite soup! Vegetable!
Me: Yeah. My son likes it because it has alphabet-shaped pasta.
Bagger: Made with beef stock!
He seemed honestly disappointed when I refused his offer of help out to my car.
I laughed...a little too hard at this entry. Now I feel guilty. But I keep giggling. Am I going to hell?
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Posted by: Sissy | November 20, 2005 at 01:49 PM