Curse the practicality and convienent location of my local Kroger. On my biweekly excursion to the grocery store I intend to roam the halls of HEB, but the extra two miles and throngs of people always daunt me and I break down and head to that building of disorganized clutter and goods, some dare call a grocery store.

This has happened the past two times I've gone grocery shopping, and while some wouldn't care much about it, I happen to hate it.

I look down at my cart, and into my hands holding two large reusable grocery bags, with uncertainty as to whether all of my groceries will fit. I grab a extra smaller bag off the shelf to my left, just in case. I hand the cashier my basket and bags, which he then proceeds to hand to the bagger. ( Side note: I try to always get a teenage boy cashier, for one reason: they are lazy. Have an item without a barcode? Most likely they'll just give it to you, rather than spend the extra time finding the price. Is it moral? ah, we'll decide later.) I pay for my groceries and watch as the girl bags my groceries. ..

With room in two of the three remaining bags, she puts ONE half gallon of milk in a plastic bag. Girl do you not realize I bought an extra bag just so that wouldn't happen?