From my perch in the bakery I got to observe the action at the commissary today.

It was funny and crazy and scary and sad all at the same time.

I have come to the conclusion that old people are the number one cause of shopping cart tail backs.  They're oblivious to pretty much anything that goes on around them...they leave their carts in the middle of the aisle while they totter off to look at something else, they stand looking at who-knows-what on the shelves, not noticing the line of people trying to get around them, and they're too deaf to hear people saying 'excuse me' as they're trying to get past.  Little old ladies who have no business carrying a 5lb bag of potatoes insist on piling their carts so high that they can't see over them, and then refuse any offers of help..so they can lose control and run their carts into the back of someone else's legs (that hurts, just so you know).  I think that the old men who sit at the coffee bar and snooze whilst their gals do the shop have the right idea...

I have also concluded that the number one cause of accidents in the grocery store isn't errant grapes and banana peels, it's other people's wayward and unattended children.  People seem to think that the commissary is a giant playground, and that the staff are daycare providers.  They let their kids run around the store, eating the fruit and the bin candy, climbing on the shelves, throwing packs of TP, spraying each other with the windex and household cleaners....it's unbelievable, the lack of parental control and concern.  Rambunctious children + little old ladies who are unsteady on their feet = hip fractures.  Not good.

Today went well.  Very well.  I have pretty much free reign to run my little department as I see fit.  As long as what needs to get done, gets done, my little sweetie of a boss  says she doesn't really care what method I use. That makes me happy.

Happy, and tired, so I'm off to bed....

Nighty night, JU!