"micky" wrote in message
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Have you noticed that they used to fill the grocery bags so
that they all weighed about the same?

Then 10 or 20 years ago they got the idea to sort the stuff.
Now I can see putting all the frozen food in one bag, but they do
it with everything.

If I buy 2 2-liter bottles of soda pop, they put them both
in one bag, so that it way outweighs any other bag.

Tonight I bought two 3.2 quart. bottles of clothes
detergent, and they put them in one bag, over 12 pounds, more than
everything else I bought put together. That's the way they do it
now. .


Someone replied, inconventiently putting his answer at the top.

On Sun, 6 Nov 2011 20:05:00 -0500, "Stormin Mormon"
wrote:

Have you noticed? People used to talk with each other and
ask for things to be done this or that way.

I don't like to bother the cashiers or the baggers. On a couple
occasions I've asked for something special, and though it sounded to
me like it would be no effort at all, I could see that it took a lot
of effort for them to interrupt their routine, which they are in the
habit of doung, and I don't want them to have to do that. Even t
hough they are all nice about it.

Now, people remain silent, come home and blog about crap
that could be easily adjusted if they would politely ask for
things to be done differently.

It's also clear that this new techniique was decreed from "above"
since it's done at all the supermarket chains, and even the
independents I think, and by all those who do bagging.

So I'd have to ask over and over for them to vary their routine, and
it's not like I'm so weak I can't carry 12 pouns or more with one
hand.

In fact the whole thing was never a complaint. It was a comment on
how things are done and r edone, and how there are unforeseen
consequences from designing a plan that seems good on paper.

Now, just the other day. I went into the bathroom and found
the toilet seat up. The potty paper was coming off the back
of the roll, and in the middle of the day the night light
was on full brightness. I yelled at the walls, and the echo
was deafening. I stamped from room to room, demanding to
know who was at fault, and then I realized I live alone.
Then, I slinked off to the kitchen to check the expiry dates
on the batteries in the refrigerator. I must put that on my
facebook page. Then, both of my friends will know.

So, Micky, was YOUR toilet seat left up? Blog me, and let me
know.

What nonsense is this?