Who here finds it possible to stand in the express lane and not count the items of the shopper in front of you?
Who here has ever apologised to the checker, other shoppers, or both for being over the limit?
Yeah, I've done both. (Wait, read that wrong, can't do teh first thing) Sometimes I count wrong or don't see something in my cart until I'm unloading. But that hasn't happened in a long time.
Recently, the only time I'm in the Express Lane is when I'm doing the check yourself out thing at Sav-a-Center. Which I love.
I will sneak into a second movie in a multiplex with no problem, but I won't go over in a checkout line. It makes ethical sense IN MY HEAD.
And then they have to take them out of the bag to charge you?
Nah, they just count through the bag.
I'm saving plastic! The environment!
Yeah, I don't want to encourage scofflaws who will inevitably be in front of me when I'm in a hurry.
Not if you have a doorman, but otherwise you do.
There was a woman who worked for Fresh Direct in one of my classes last semester, and it was fascinating.
Ten is not that express to me!
Oh it so is. I think you are warped by NYC-style shopping. Out here where there are plastic burbias nearby, even 20 items is express. Especially compared to that person with 2 teetering full carts over there.
Depends on the checker. And the quantity. I've certainly seen it go both ways.
Or the store. Target registers are built not to ring up items by quantity, for issues of inventory control and, surprisingly speed. As someone who's been a cashier, it's faster to scan them individually for quantities under, say, ridiculous.
I will sneak into a second movie in a multiplex with no problem, but I won't go over in a checkout line. It makes ethical sense IN MY HEAD.
This totally cracks me up!
Nah, they just count through the bag.
I'm saving plastic! The environment!
This is a tough call. I never buy more than one or two lemons or limes, so I dunno.
Who here has ever apologised to the checker, other shoppers, or both for being over the limit?
Last week the checker called me over to the express lane because no one was in her line, and I was in a long one. I had a basket full o' crap, and said I was over, but she made the universal sign of not giving a shit about the rules, the raised eyebrow followed by, "eh."
Of course, as she was checking the stuff some one got in line behind me and huffed.
And in my head I was screaming, "TOTALLY NOT MY FAULT!"
But I just ignored the person because I wasn't feeling at all apologetic.
This was a long useless story brought to you by the letter "P" for "procrastination."
