BAGGERS
Had a dinner party planned.
Wife and I went to a Publix grocery store many, many miles from our house - (not our usual crappy local one) and spent a crap load on tasty goodies.
Get home to discover that a couple of the more expensive, and smaller things, that are on the receipt are not in the bags. I'm of the opinion - 'fuck it - we'll make do, no big deal, get it next time' but NOOOO - cue my ex* launching into a vicious, over the top telephonic tirade to the store manager about shoddy service, how I have to drive all the way back, people are coming over etc etc. He's very apologetic and promises to make sure the items will be waiting.

I drive back down and head in to the store, somewhat sheepishly, to get the stuff, embarrassed by Mrs GPs outburst. The manager comes up, apologizes again and gives me the bag. Meanwhile the bagger who took care of us earlier, remembers me, waves enthusiastically and gives me his biggest, brightest, happiest, downs-syndromiest smile..

I felt like a complete cunt.

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*one of the reasons she is in that happy category now.
( gp_guineapig, Mon 14 May 2012, 17:09, 5 replies)

Hahahahaha
You downsy-abusing bastard.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 14 May 2012, 17:16, closed)

I was hoping to hear you
got home, and found the missing stuff on the back seat.
(username failed moderation, Mon 14 May 2012, 17:19, closed)

did the bagger count the potatos?
would be quite ironic if they did.
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Mon 14 May 2012, 17:21, closed)

He was probably
mentally superior to most of the clientele anyway. Publix makes Wal-Mart look like MENSA HQ.
(Rsoles, Mon 14 May 2012, 23:24, closed)

^^^
This
( Ungersven would support SpankyHanky's patreon, Tue 15 May 2012, 1:00, closed)