Some Old Bags Can Never Be Fixed

(I am a cashier and usually have no one to help me bag groceries. I scan as quickly as I can and then bag as they are paying. Sometimes this causes a bit of a line, and I don’t have a backup cashier, so I bag as quickly as possible, as well, grouping boxes and cans, produce and bread, etc. I’m helping an older woman while a line forms behind her. After exchanging pleasantries, I finish scanning and begin to bag while she pays.)

Me: “Your total comes to [total].”

Customer: *scans card*

(I begin to bag, placing a small box with some canned vegetables. Suddenly, the customer starts yelling.)

Customer: “Are you trying to kill me?!”

Me: *confused* “I’m sorry, ma’am, could you explain?”

Customer: *grabs the bag I had just filled* “You put this rat poison in with my canned goods!”

Me: “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to the boxes when I put them in. Let me rebag that for you!”

Customer: *calming down* “Jesus. Kids these days. Didn’t you learn anything in Bag Boy School?!”

Me: “Ma’am, there’s no such thing as Bag Boy School. Once again, I’m very sorry and have sorted out the issue.”

Customer: “That’s the problem with all you kids today!” *grabs bag and leaves the store in a huff*