After coming back from Target, I drop my stuff in the refrigerator and grab a smaller bag from the table to get milk (as buying it at Target would not only take up too much room in my bag but make it too heavy for me to carry all the way up that steep hill to my apartment). With bag in hand, I make my way back down the hill to the Korean grocery store at the bottom of the hill.
Normally, the staff is friendly and nominally helpful, but I didn’t recognize the older, slightly balding Asian lady behind the counter (they’ve been adding quite a few new cashiers in the past few months to run their ONE register). The store’s owner sat a few feet away reading a Korean-language newspaper.
I gave her a green reusable bag. She looks at it, reaches under the counter and pulls out a back store bag which he starts placing stuff my stuff into. I tell her I gave her a reusable bag for my stuff, but she stops for a moment, shrugs and then continues putting my items in the store bag anyway.
She takes the plastic bag, slides it right into my reusable bag and tries to hand it to me with the world’s least convincing smile: “There, aaaalllll happy now.”
IF I was happy about this, that would make me… oh, right, I forgot.
Before I can say anything, she looks at me sternly and snaps (in perfect English): “Well then, what DO you want me to do about it than, huh?”
I explain to her, that sliding a plastic store bag into my reusable bag I gave her at the beginning of the transaction defeats the purpose of BOTH. She then looks at me as if I’m not allowed to insult her, dumps everything out of the bag and angrily chucks it my reusable bag before shoving it back to me with an evil glare.
Did I mention, her boss was still less than ten feet away? Well, he was, but he seemed completely oblivious to the exchange.
“Bye-bye now, haaaave niiice daaaaay…(drops accent again) stupid asshole.”