When I was 19 years old I got my first job as a cashier at Maurek’s IGA, a locally owned and operated grocery store. I was paid minimum wage, which was a measly $3.35 an hour at the time. Every week I would cash my paycheck and sit on the living room floor and count my money much like Scrooge Mc Duck. It was my money, I hoarded it, and I loved it!
Let us not forget the folks that showed up and bought random stuff and refused a bag and were just plain hilarious. Like this lady who came through with a bag full of fresh tomatoes, a douche, hemorrhoid cream, and a package of condoms.
“Oh no. I don’t need a bag. I got this.”
Of course that was back in the day when I would have been MORTIFIED to be buying a douche, condoms, or hemorrhoid cream, let alone all three in one stop. The beauty of the passage of time though is that the older you get, the less you care. I could totally waltz into a store now and throw a douche, a pack of condoms, and hemorrhoid cream at the cashier and pay for it like a boss. Hey, I believe in being fresh, tending to the UFO growing on my ass, and in safe sex. However, I am not insane. I have standards. I expect a bag!! Thank you very much!