Thursday, September 3, 2009  Confessions of an Obsessaholic No.
11: Check-out  So I went to the grocery store, parking right
next to the cart return rack (see Confessions of an Obsessaholic
No. 5) like I usually do. I snake through the store tossing this
and that into the cart, ending up with far more than I had
planned buying (no big surprise there). I finally get to check-
out and I load the groceries onto the belt, organizing the
items. Frozen and cold food together. Cans together. Boxes
together. Vegetables together. Bread and rolls together. Paper
goods together. And, to be honest, it looked pretty – all neat
and lined up and separated with barcodes, if possible, visible
at first glance. “I wish everyone was as organized as you,” the
cashier said. “It makes it so much easier. Some people, they
just dump everything on and then they get mad if something gets
squished.” Oh yeah, I’m thinkin’. Finally found someone who
appreciates my obsessive self. And, like, that was way cool. So
are you a dumper-on-topper