Today, at the grocery store self-check out station, I accepted the clerk's offer to bag my groceries. I can't even tell you why I did this. I always bag my own after I scan and punch in my own order. I dread the clerk walking over to me and starting to bag my stuff without asking. I'm picky. I bag my milk, for example. I put laundry soap in the same bag as yogurt. I have a system. I never take plastic bags. I'm a freak show, and I realize this.
Today, however, I accepted the bagging by the clerk. I got out of the store faster too. She didn't bag it up like I would have done. It didn't bug me though. I didn't start feeling stressed out or a little mad, even. Huh. I'm growing, I guess. About time.
