They are reasonably clued up in our Sainsbury's. The conversation tends to go like this:
Checkout operator: Do you need any bags? Mongoose: No, thanks. I've got my own. CO: That's fine. How many? Mongoose: This one here *points* and a trolley up at the front. [I park my trolley at the customer service desk - I've got a standing concession to do this because of my minor disability.] CO: No problem.
And away we go. The only glitch is if they have Boy Scouts or whoever packing bags in aid of some worthy cause; I don't mind giving them a donation, but I always have to jump in quickly and ask them, please, not to go putting stuff in carriers for me. I hate those thin plastic bags!
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Checkout operator: Do you need any bags?
Mongoose: No, thanks. I've got my own.
CO: That's fine. How many?
Mongoose: This one here *points* and a trolley up at the front. [I park my trolley at the customer service desk - I've got a standing concession to do this because of my minor disability.]
CO: No problem.
And away we go. The only glitch is if they have Boy Scouts or whoever packing bags in aid of some worthy cause; I don't mind giving them a donation, but I always have to jump in quickly and ask them, please, not to go putting stuff in carriers for me. I hate those thin plastic bags!