Instead of greeting us, she started complaining loudly to her bagger about her sore throat, how sick she was, and that she wanted to go home. As soon as she stopped caterwauling about the fact that she could "hardly even talk," I broke in to tell her about the tainted meat. She turned to her bagger and said to go find said meat, give it to Mr. Somebody, (I assume the butcher), and have him repackage it. Eeeeewwwwwwwwwww.
Now, I may be insanely germophobic but a) do not complain about how sick you are while handling my food, and b) do not repackage meat that has been fondled by the booger-encrusted finger of an 8-year-old. At least don't do it in front of me. Ignorance is absolutely bliss. Ugh *shudder...* I guess I'm not buying my meat from that Kroger in the next couple of weeks - gotta wait for that one to cycle out. Plus, don't greet people with the just-shy-of-a-yell declaration, "MY THROAT HURTS." "Welcome to Kroger," "Do you have your Kroger card," "Hey, how's it going," "I like your shirt," "Hi," or even a nod... all acceptable. "I WANT TO GO HOME..." not really acceptable.