Every trip to the grocery store while I wait and watch the bagging of items I think of my Dad. He was a pro at packing. I remember him filling the car for our move to the family summer cabin. Every inch was needed for boxes and bags of food and clothes, and we still had to fit in kids and pets. I remember Dad peering into the trunk, then asking for a specific bag that would slide in place like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. “Like shapes together, but not a whole bag of cans- too heavy.”
My father would be horrified with some of the bad baggers I have had. I don’t want to appear harsh, but cans and boxes jumbled over the fruit and each other is not acceptable. Do they not get any training? Don’t they have any common sense? Are my “own” bags more difficult to fill because they hold more? Should I say something? No, I’ d rather muse about Dad and packing for camp with him. Happy times.