Bag packers do my head in. As soon as I spot them in a supermarket, I begin to mutter unmentionables, and idle threats of walking out and doing the shopping another day . Having raw chicken placed in the same bag as a loaf of bread from the instore bakery... would you eat the bread once you got home?
HOWEVER, I also realise that it's usually a very long day of tiring work for them, and they can make a considerable amount for their chosen charities, so I totally understand why they do it. More often than not I just tell them I'll pack myself and give them a donation, unless I'm harassed with the WeeBurdies!
Taking a different tack slightly... once it was young boys bagpacking for a local footie team. I told the lad I would pack myself, and put my donation in the tin in front of him. As he stood back to let me pack, an older male who was supervising started laying into him for not packing my bags. Poor wee mite, I did step in to get him off the hook.
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