Sexy Bagger

Monday/Tuesday evenings we (usually just the husband) do our grocery shopping. We usually don't like to waste the precious weekend at grocery stores so we save it for after work. I figure the day's already blown because I've been at work for 9 hours so why not spend an hour or so at the store.

So last night was no different. We went to Ralphs (which is one of the nicest of the chain stores). We carefully selected our tissues, olives, yoplait yogurts, etc and were headed to the checkout. The lines were unusually long (too many people on break at the same time was my guess). I strategically assessed each line and picked what I thought would be the shortest wait. It ended up being the longest. I need to better hone that skill.

We wait and wait and finally we're up. Robin, the cashier, quickly scanned our items. In the meantime, they had no baggers so my husband started bagging. They usually hate it when you bag your own groceries and will swoop in if they see it happening. This time there was no one to take over. I pay, we're just about to leave and Robin goes, "Thanks for your patience and thanks for bringing that sexy bagger with you." To which I said, "My pleasure." We got in the elevator to the parking garage and I said, "Did she just call you a sexy bagger?" If I hadn't been around, I think Robin would have given my sexy bagger her phone number.