My brother bagged groceries in high school. He was good at it and proud of his skills.
He knew how to sort groceries coming down the belt so he could bag more efficient. Separating the boxes from the cans, the produce from the meat, the fragile from the durable. He knew how to build a foundation layer in the bottom of the bags so they would be stable in the car and on the kitchen counter ( back when only square bottom craft paper bags were in use). He knew how to double bag to prevent tearing and bagging meats and produce so that condensation and contamination were not an issue. Of course, he bagged so eggs would not be broken and bread would not be crushed.
My brother’s success as a bagger led to his next position as stocker and 40 years later, he still earns a comfortable living working for a union grocery store. But this post is not about my brother.
While having my bad experience in the bookstore two days ago, I spotted a travel book that looked interesting but that I decided to take a pass on. Once I got home, I realized that the book would have been a welcome addition to my travel library and I decided I should go ahead and buy it. This called for a return to the scene of the crime.


