5/29/07

reason # 3,678 that I should stop shopping at Wal-Mart

For a number of years, I've been enamored of taking my own reusable bags with me when I go shopping, thus reducing the number of plastic grocery bags in the universe (or, in my kitchen, at least). Consequently, when Hannaford (our local supermarket chain) came out with a very cool and convenient design of reusable shopping bag, I bought a whole bunch of them.

I have been completely satisfied with the bags, their ease of handling, their capacious size, their color (purple!), and I have used them without any problem at many stores all over the east coast, with one exception: Wal-Mart. They seem to throw Wal-Mart employees for a loop.

This is how it goes:
At the Wal-Mart checkout line, I place the bag (as I do at every other store), open, face up, on top of whatever I'm purchasing, with the HANNAFORD logo set facing the cashier and displayed prominently, so that the cashier will realize that the bag is mine and that I want them to pack my stuff in it.

The Wal-Mart cashier (and by that I mean EVERY Wal-Mart cashier, to date) then picks up the bag, looks intently at the HANNAFORD logo on the front of the bag, flips the bag over, looks intently at the HANNAFORD label on the other side, squints at me, looks back at front of the bag, wrinkles up his/her forehead, squints at me again, and says "Where'd you find this? There's no price on it."

1 comment:

Dx said...

I once stood at the check-out in a supermarket and struck up a conversation with an elderly man in front of me. He explained that he'd not been in a supermarket for years but his wife was in hospital so he had no option but to do the shopping. As the cashier put his groceries through the system, he couldn't keep up with the speed of things and no one was available to help him. As the last of the items went through, the cashier said, "That'll be £275, please"

The old guy just looked at her, then looked at all the groceries strewn out in front of him, then looked at the cashier again and said, "What? £275? Keep them". Then he walked out.

Not only did I smile, I applauded.