/collapses onto Plurk/ People must have forgotten to bring their brains to the store: I had count 'em three people insist that I pack their piping hot rotisserie chickens in the same bag as...

...Cartons of ice cream.

Whut. /laughs nervously/

I didn't pack the rotisserie chickens with the ice cream.

In one instance, the person just hucked the chicken into the ice cream bag, then turned to fight with the keypad for their credit card transaction.

I took the oppurtunity to fish the chicken out and put it into its own bag.

Like we're supposed to.

People.

People, please, I beg you, be more mindful with your ice cream.

Thanks, folks.

Other than that and it being busy, I had a good day,

Got one of the easier registers, also got put on straightening out the bread aisle.