“Unexpected Item in the Bagging Area!”
You’re not wrong, machine. You are not wrong. Because there was a very unexpected item in my bagging area.
I’d nipped into Sainsburys for some potatoes for chipping and some kidney beans. That was it. It, obviously, evolved slightly to encompass something for my lunch and something for dessert, but that was all I went for.
A quick in-and-out bish bash bosh job done shop visit.
It was already slowed down by a little old lady blocking off all the little bags for the veg to go in as she tried to get a grip on one of the bags. It’s something I’ve seen before – I think, as you get older, your fingers become more and more frictionless until things like fresh produce bags are one of the greatest obstacles you’ll face.
But if it wasn’t for that delay I wouldn’t have learnt that there is a collection amongst the staff of Sainsbury’s for Sally, who is leaving, that’s being organised bu a woman who’s not doing it because she wants to, but because she has to. I can’t help but think she’ll be the one that puts a button in.
Anyway, I got my stuff and made my way to the checkout. Self checkout all the way for me so I can test my morals on whether the potatoes I bought go through as the potatoes I bought or a cheaper option. They did, incidentally, go through as the correct spuds because I chickened out of selecting the wrong thing.
So I started to scan and pack and then there it was. Unexpected item in the bagging area. Everything I had packed was expected. Nothing was unexpected. Not even the potatoes because I am not a thief. So what had happe…
… Hang on, has the woman on the machine next to me just put her handbag down in my bagging area because it’s a convenient shelf?
She bloody has you know. That’s what she’s actually done.
There isn’t an option for that. You can tell the machine you’re using your own bag, but there’s not an option to say someone else is using yhe bagging area like a shelf and generally getting in the way.
Naturally I confronted her.
“What are you doing?” I demanded of her. “This is ny bagging area. I am bagging here. I should not be finding your bag in my area. Please remove it forthwith.”
To anyone listening, that may have sounded like a tut, but it was a loud tut and really conveyed my meaning.
She moved her bag and sighed at me. Actually sighed, as though I had inconvenienced her purchase of a leotard, a packet of Walkers crisps and a shitty plastic Halloween mask with the elastic held on by staples by not allowing her the option of using my bagging area for the storage of her luggage.