Grocery shopping. A task many look at with disdain is one I really don't mind. Maybe it's that I feel some amount of control--I get to choose what I want or need, and it forced upon me. Large or small, fresh or frozen, boxed or bagged, it's all up to me.

So I wander through the aisle with list in hand and leisurely fill my cart, throwing in a few things that aren't on the list as well. I get to walk through the produce department and pick and choose what I want, or I can choose to stop at the produce stand a few doors from my house and get my produce there.

When I get to the checkout and they ask if I've found everything, the answer is usually, "Yes, I have." Usually, I have my own shopping bags with me, but on the rare occasion that I've forgotten them, they ask if plastic bags are okay--a somewhat rhetorical question, because I don't think I'd get paper bags if I asked for them. When there is ample staff, they bag my groceries, but I don't mind doing that myself, either. I can make sure cold things are in one bag and bread is on top of the milk instead of the other way around.

Then there is the highly coveted additional service of having one's groceries taken to the vehicle for them. I'll pass on that, please. Do it for the next person. I want to know what is where when I load my groceries. Much like bagging them, they need to be placed strategically so when I get home, I get what I paid for in the same condition as when it was in the store. But every once in a while you get a clerk who is hell bent on carry out service just for you. What do you say? Thank you, but no. Honestly, I'd rather do it myself. Look, see the lady over there needs her groceries bagged....and run as fast as you can!