I know you didn't just put the bloody chopmeat and the hardcover book I bought in the same plastic bag.
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No, wait. Yes you did.
Ultimately, no harm done because, when I took the bag, I switched the book to another bag. I'd been packing my own groceries to begin with until I had to go swipe my card and she finished packing things up. And I appreciate that. I do. And maybe I would have appreciated it more if you'd acknowledged my presence in the slightest, especially when I thanked you for finishing the packing. But... regardless, bleeding meat usually gets its own bag. And a bloody book does not make for fun reading.
