Another Sign Of Getting Old.

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I must have been 14 or so. I was in a local grocery store. This old gent drop some coins around cashier, and was getting angry by a minute that the cashier wasn't picking them up to count them. The cashier was saying it's fine, he paid and he can go. But the gent wanted to make sure he paid exact amount.

Well, today I was at a local supermarket. On the way out, I tripped. Bag I was holding ripped and my wine dropped and cracked all over the place. I got upset. When I was younger, I would have thought shit happens and walked out. But for some reason I wanted to pick a fight or something. I asked the security guy where I can get a refund. He told me "at the customer service". Went there and this young lady said no refund on alcohols. Oh goodie! I was in the mood. I said "why not?" She had no answer, and called a manager. I explained the issue and asked for the refund. He said no. So I brought up the flimsy shopping bag with ripped bottom. His tone changed very quickly. He refunded everything I bought, and gave a new bottle of wine.

Felt kind of okay walking out. Then felt I was cheated out of making a big scene.

 

[kcghost]

Sometimes you just have to make an ass of yourself to get your complaint heard.

 

[Richmond B. Funkenhouser]

"Codger Mania: Thin Bags Edition"


They don't train the people to use 2 bags...

I am vigilant about this when having my groceries bagged.

And no I ain't bagging my own or checking myself out. Period. I'll just go somewhere else.

 

[Kobold]

"Codger Mania: Thin Bags Edition"


They don't train the people to use 2 bags...

I am vigilant about this when having my groceries bagged.

And no I ain't bagging my own or checking myself out. Period. I'll just go somewhere else.

Wait you get bags where you live? For free? Sounds like utopia. I got to pay for stupid reusable bags. Plastic bags are the most functional for bagging up cat turds and now I’m always at a deficit.

 

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Wait you get bags where you live? For free? Sounds like utopia. I got to pay for stupid reusable bags. Plastic bags are the most functional for bagging up cat turds and now I’m always at a deficit.

CVS stopped bagging my med. They should have special titanium boxes just for the tome they call receipt.

 

[anotherbob]

I must have been 14 or so. I was in a local grocery store. This old gent drop some coins around cashier, and was getting angry by a minute that the cashier wasn't picking them up to count them. The cashier was saying it's fine, he paid and he can go. But the gent wanted to make sure he paid exact amount.

Well, today I was at a local supermarket. On the way out, I tripped. Bag I was holding ripped and my wine dropped and cracked all over the place. I got upset. When I was younger, I would have thought shit happens and walked out. But for some reason I wanted to pick a fight or something. I asked the security guy where I can get a refund. He told me "at the customer service". Went there and this young lady said no refund on alcohols. Oh goodie! I was in the mood. I said "why not?" She had no answer, and called a manager. I explained the issue and asked for the refund. He said no. So I brought up the flimsy shopping bag with ripped bottom. His tone changed very quickly. He refunded everything I bought, and gave a new bottle of wine.

Felt kind of okay walking out. Then felt I was cheated out of making a big scene.

I must be getting younger then. I go for the smooth and gentle type of that's fine I can always go to another store that wants my business route.

 

[ClinchKnot]

We’ve been using the same laminated grocery totes for ~10 years. They have long handles and can carry pretty much anything without breaking.

I do sympathize with the Falling Down, Codger Syndrome - Stage II, though. Do try taking it easy on the kids. They have no idea how much crap the average old dude has put up with to get to this point in life. It will just have to be a nice surprise for them when they arrive at this age.

 

[BingBong]

Here, they would say "shoo, begone" and dub you Alco Pops.

 

[cosmicfolklore]

I got to pay for stupid reusable bags.

Out of curiosity, how much does a single use plastic bag cost?

 

[Pipke]

Do try taking it easy on the kids. They have no idea how much crap the average old dude has put up with to get to this point in life. It will just have to be a nice surprise for them when they arrive at this age.

Do try taking it easy on everyone. Yes, we boomers have had to put up with a lifetime of crap. But if we reach the point where one more thing just puts us over the edge, you may need to step back, chill out, and do a little introspection.

There's no excuse for taking out our frustrations on others when we get stymied, flummoxed, and thwarted by everyday events. I witness fellow boomers borderline loosing it all the time. I sympathize, but only to a point. Codgers dealing with Home Depot cashiers by being rude and demanding. Do they realize that they walked into a warehouse and are demanding service like it was Macy's? Ultimately the old codger is just making our generation look bad. We should be setting an example, not demanding everyone to kiss our asses.

 

[Kobold]

Out of curiosity, how much does a single use plastic bag cost?

No option for that. Either you buy or bring a multiuse bag or carry your groceries out in your hands.

 

[Roach1]

Here in the EU plastic bags are a thing of the past. We have paper bags but are recycled crap and cost about 20 Euro cents a piece. We use large totes for our shopping.

I'm learning to try not to let everything bother me. It's has been and will be hard in the future. The Gen Zers will eventually wake up one day.

 

[mikethompson]

And no I ain't bagging my own or checking myself out. Period. I'll just go somewhere else.

I don't think there's a place around me that bags groceries anymore.

 

[Briar Lee]

The summer I was 16 I had to dock the boats of customers of the Highway 83 Marina, on Pomme De Terre lake.

We’d dock the boat and then one, or two of us if available, would clean the windshield and pick up any trash in the boat, ask the customer what grade of fuel, fill the tank of mix oil and gas for outboards, then get any beer, soda, bait, ice, cigarettes or whatever from the store, and listen to them bitch gas on the water was 63 cents a gallon instead of 52 cents self service at the gas stations.

They seldom tipped more than a quarter, if that, but a few left fifty cents.

One day the other dock boy and I saw a beautiful solid plank mahogany speed boat headed for the gas dock waaaay too fast.

I wasn’t always a fat old man.

There was a post on either side of the slip, and Allan and I both grabbed it and jumped and put our feet out and stopped the boat, like human shock absorbers.

The old guy driving and his wife came right over the cowl and sprawled on the long front, mad as hell, and the driver was as drunk as Hooter Brown.

He demanded to see the manager, but Ivan had seen what happened.

Ivan and the driver were both old men, about my age now. They almost came to blows until I ran and got Rosalee, Ivan’s much younger wife, who came out from the restaurant and defused the situation.

We gassed up the boat and the sober wife drove the boat away.

With the drunk loudly giving her lots of advice, how to operate it.

It’s a good thing that old men have wives.

Otherwise the world would be perpetually at war, you know?