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Feb. 23rd, 2010 06:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickSo I'm at the grocery...
old: 217.55
now: 32.33
new: 249.88
Bought stuff like bacon, cauliflower, cream cheese (spreadable, in plastic container, for home-made onion bagels), onions, jalapenos, cilantro, limes, canned tomatoes, frozen corn, gum, cumin (whole) -- I gotta get the monster size of whole cumin seed at Penzey's, buying it in shit-ass mccormick jars is freaking killing my budget. Fuckin' five dollars for a bottle.
Since two of the self-checkouts were being used by people who had no business using self-checkout and the third self-checkout light was dim (like the cashier aisles are when they're closed) and they'd put a display rack in front of the entrance in case any of the *customers* were dim, I had to use real-person checkout. :( I do not enjoy real-person checkout.
Cilantro is 4889. I know this much is true. Limes are 4048. I buy a lot of limes. 4693 is jalapeno peppers. I also buy a lot of jalapenos. Oddly, I do not eat a lot of salsa and particularly not in the winter. These things go into curry. Yum!
The peeled white onions that I buy (I know that yellow ones are cheaper. The sulfur in yellow onions makes my toes hurt.) are 4670 at my grocery. Cauliflower is shipped in a bag with a SKU on it so I don't need the code for that.
The trained professional checkout lady is there pawing at my produce bag containing the fucking cilantro, trying to read the (very small, and not very legible) number off the twistie securing the cilantro through the less-than-transparent produce baggie. And I am like "It's 4889." Dur goes the checkout lady. "Try 4889," I says again in a more-intrusive voice. Checkout lady holds baggie of cilantro closer to her face and squints. "It's cilantro. The produce code is 4889 for cilantro." At this point I am really quite loud, embarrassingly loud. "I usually do self-checkout, is how I know the codes." Checkout lady types in 4889 and the screen comes up "Cilantro" just like it does every damn time I self-checkout. Fuckin' a.
At the limes, I say "4048" and it goes better that time. Limes usually have an easy-to-read sticker on them but apparently checkout lady isn't good at locating the easy-to-read stickers inside the produce bag. (I like all my produce bagged in individual produce bags so that it is easier to put away. Also, Weis self-checkout does not allow for any granola-crunching hippie to put, say, the cilantro, limes, and jalapenos in one produce baggie anyway because each item has to be put on the belt after it's entered or the embarrassing "Customer Is A Thief or doesn't know how to work self-checkout" light comes on and a cashier-helper rushes over toapprehend help said customer be more lawfully abiding of the self-checkout system. So, I have to use individual produce bags or risk public shaming by the cashier-helpers. I use the old produce bags for clumps when I clean the cat litter and anyway, it's still far less packaging than most pre-made food comes with.)
Behind me in line was a mouth-breather family. They put their "food" (I use the term loosely) on the belt behind mine w/o using a divider thingie. All of their food was in boxes or jars, much of it from the freezer section. Clueless checkout lady, who was apparently really and exceptionally clueless, picked up the frozen dinner thing and swiped it to put it in my bag o' groceries. I was all like 'Hold up, that's totally not mine. I only buy real food." Death glares ensued from mouth-breather cohort.
Fuck. But it wasn't real food. It was shit food. Breaded yuck from the freezer section IS NOT REAL FOOD.
I really, really prefer self-checkout to this hideousness.
old: 217.55
now: 32.33
new: 249.88
Bought stuff like bacon, cauliflower, cream cheese (spreadable, in plastic container, for home-made onion bagels), onions, jalapenos, cilantro, limes, canned tomatoes, frozen corn, gum, cumin (whole) -- I gotta get the monster size of whole cumin seed at Penzey's, buying it in shit-ass mccormick jars is freaking killing my budget. Fuckin' five dollars for a bottle.
Since two of the self-checkouts were being used by people who had no business using self-checkout and the third self-checkout light was dim (like the cashier aisles are when they're closed) and they'd put a display rack in front of the entrance in case any of the *customers* were dim, I had to use real-person checkout. :( I do not enjoy real-person checkout.
Cilantro is 4889. I know this much is true. Limes are 4048. I buy a lot of limes. 4693 is jalapeno peppers. I also buy a lot of jalapenos. Oddly, I do not eat a lot of salsa and particularly not in the winter. These things go into curry. Yum!
The peeled white onions that I buy (I know that yellow ones are cheaper. The sulfur in yellow onions makes my toes hurt.) are 4670 at my grocery. Cauliflower is shipped in a bag with a SKU on it so I don't need the code for that.
The trained professional checkout lady is there pawing at my produce bag containing the fucking cilantro, trying to read the (very small, and not very legible) number off the twistie securing the cilantro through the less-than-transparent produce baggie. And I am like "It's 4889." Dur goes the checkout lady. "Try 4889," I says again in a more-intrusive voice. Checkout lady holds baggie of cilantro closer to her face and squints. "It's cilantro. The produce code is 4889 for cilantro." At this point I am really quite loud, embarrassingly loud. "I usually do self-checkout, is how I know the codes." Checkout lady types in 4889 and the screen comes up "Cilantro" just like it does every damn time I self-checkout. Fuckin' a.
At the limes, I say "4048" and it goes better that time. Limes usually have an easy-to-read sticker on them but apparently checkout lady isn't good at locating the easy-to-read stickers inside the produce bag. (I like all my produce bagged in individual produce bags so that it is easier to put away. Also, Weis self-checkout does not allow for any granola-crunching hippie to put, say, the cilantro, limes, and jalapenos in one produce baggie anyway because each item has to be put on the belt after it's entered or the embarrassing "Customer Is A Thief or doesn't know how to work self-checkout" light comes on and a cashier-helper rushes over to
Behind me in line was a mouth-breather family. They put their "food" (I use the term loosely) on the belt behind mine w/o using a divider thingie. All of their food was in boxes or jars, much of it from the freezer section. Clueless checkout lady, who was apparently really and exceptionally clueless, picked up the frozen dinner thing and swiped it to put it in my bag o' groceries. I was all like 'Hold up, that's totally not mine. I only buy real food." Death glares ensued from mouth-breather cohort.
Fuck. But it wasn't real food. It was shit food. Breaded yuck from the freezer section IS NOT REAL FOOD.
I really, really prefer self-checkout to this hideousness.
