I'm THAT Lady

So I went grocery shopping tonight after Natalie went to bed and it's really late. The grocery store closes at 11 and I am still picking up my last few items. I seriously thought Smith's Marketplace was open all night long! Well, whatever. So I get up to the checkstand and there's this tired girl standing there looking at my humongous cart full of stuff and I just know she's thinking, "I'll bet she's couponing too." Well, fortunately for her, I wasn't but that was rare anyway. Okay so here's the good part. I shop according in categories like, I go get all my produce, then head to frozen stuff, then meats, then canned goods, then baking goods or whatever. But it's all layered up in my cart in categories so that when I get it out to lay it on the thingie, it all goes in bags ...in those same categories. That makes it easier to put away. Don't you think?

So you're thinking, is this the long version or the short version? Well, it's the long.

So the cheese I'd picked up was moldy and I voluntereed to go get a replacement and she was just getting ready to bag. So I started saying this:

"Would you please do me a huge favor and make sure all the frozen stuff goes in it's own bag, and then the refrigerator stuff gets it's very own bags, and produce too..."

And then I had this out of body experience because she suddenly looked up at me like, "are you for real lady?"

I just turned right around in the middle of my sentence and ran to the cheese. Seriously. And while I was running, I was thinking "who are you?"

I really like my categorized grocery shopping bagging thing but I've really never had to explain to to anyone before and for the first time, I was really embarrassed of my "systems".