Yes, I know. I am supposed to be above the little, petty irritations of life. I should have a lofty view. After all, I have a blog named Heart Mind Soul, right?
Lots of stuff irritates me, and one day last week I was reminded of a few of them.
Looks good in a photo, but such bad bagging.
The Safeway baggers. Now, I have to tell you that I have had the pleasure of encountering some world-class baggers in my time. But that was back in the day when grocery chains actually TRAINED baggers.
Those days are gone.
That day, I did a very short bit of grocery shopping. I had two bags, which of course, I brought myself, because this is California and plastic bags have been banned. One bag was clearly insulated for cold foods. One was clearly not insulated.
My cashier/bagger was probably my age or older. Probably older. About the age of the ace elderly baggers at Publix in Florida retirement cities. And they ARE ace at Publix. So it wasn’t age.
My bagger took my potatoes and apples and lined the bottom of the insulated bag with them. On top of them, he precariously balanced flat bottom boxes and plastic containers. After that, he took the rest of the packaged goods, none of them cold, and bagged them in the insulated bag.
I couldn’t help it. I said “It’s usually easier if you put the flat goods on the bottom and then the produce on top of them.”
“It is,” he agreed.
I did not ask him why he failed to do that. I did not even point out how to use an insulated bag.
Not wanting to miss a teachable moment, I did say “It might be smarter to do that next time.”
Can I get an “amen?”
I know it was kind of bitchy. Maybe the PC police will take away my blog name now.
It’s petty, I know. But isn’t that what most of life’s irritants are? Petty little things that drive us crazy? This drives ME crazy because it happens ALL the TIME. No one knows how to bag any more. And Safeway doesn’t give a rat’s ass, either, about its customers. Just check out some of the layout in their produce department, clearly meant to confuse.
Oh, and then, really, I can’t let a bitchfest go by without a word about Captcha and its nicer brother, Re-Captcha.
Oh, how frustrating to encounter blogs and websites that use complicated Captcha, making it hard for readers to post a comment. This blog post on the subject of “Crapcha” got a lot of support. That’s because everyone hates Captcha. Sometimes, the words and numbers are barely legible and I get them wrong, meaning the entire process begins again.
And ok, I’ll admit it. Sometimes I just can’t add. The simple arithmetic trips me up once in a while, too.
So when people starting using that new Re-captcha tick box that says “I am not a robot” it seemed orders of magnitude better than those twisty numbers and letters.
Until I ran across a blog that used the robot tick box AND the letters and numbers. Both. After you tick the robot box, you still have to do the letters. Seriously? Are your pearls of wisdom so important that you require two lines of defense to prevent hackers from busting in? I mean, the CIA is easier to hack than these blogs. Do you not want your audience to comment? Do you not see that one action is enough and two can be a deterrent?
It is inexplicable. Folks. If you can, use Askismet. Make it easy on your commenters. If not, the simple “I am not a robot” tick box is more than enough.
So there. I’ve gotten that off my chest. Can I get an “amen!”?
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