You know, you could be entirely right… Before our Texan chain of grocery stores knocked Albertson's grocery store out of most of our growing cities down here in Texas, I remember thinking how wonderful the Albertson's was>>> hiring disabled adults. And, actually, I know of one such adult who was hired by our Texan grocery store after Albertson's closed their doors. He told me that one of the Albertson's management helped secure his job with the grocery store…

I just thought I would mention that some of the grocery stores I have shopped at in the past have employed disabled people as baggers. Sometimes the bagger’s disability was quiet apparent, however other baggers’ issues could be very subtle. Though your bag girl was probably just thoughtless and rude, there is a possibility she had Asperger's. Her lecturing-style behavior in spite of your clear disinterest, combined with her social tactlessness might be suggestive of that disorder?? Anyway, thanks for the great website, I visit it often and consider it one of the best tools out there for finding great cozy mysteries. You do awesome work!

Oh my goodness! You and my husband share the same "guilty pleasure"… Unfortunately, his head actually breaks out in a sweat when he eats those Hot Tamales!

Let's see… Ben & Jerry's VS Good and Plenty! I bet you would have gotten a bigger "I-told-you-so" lecture than I did!

Great idea… My WalMart has self-check isles.

And, every once in a while I remember a few instances that truly embarrass me when I think back to younger days…

One of the times was when I was in college, way before online class scheduling registrations. I became so frustrated with going from one line to another while trying to register for classes that I said a "not-so-nice" word to an elderly secretary. It wasn't her fault that the college had so many students trying to register at the same time… with alphabetical lines of students waiting to get to the front of the line only to have another person shuffle through hundreds of papers, etc.

This is not to say that this memory is the worse thing I ever did… far from it! But it sure does "come back to haunt me." It's odd how some things just stick with us…

I hear you though. I'd be looking for an alternate source also. I buy my guilty pleasure (Ben & Jerry's no less) at a store that has self-checkout. Nobody lays a guilt trip on me but me!