I almost hate to do this, what with the snow melting at a good clip and seeing my first batch of geese flying north today. I mean, everything is coming up roses at the moment. I have an insane two hours all to myself starting RIGHT NOW, spring is definitely inching closer, Riley's pox have peaked and are on their way out. But I have been thinking lately about this little detail of life that burns my butt. It goes like this: I don't mind bringing my own bags to stores instead of getting un-green plastic ones. But when I then have to PACK my own bags, well that kind of steams me. IMHO, part of the cashier's "job" involves service and just because I brought the bag doesn't mean he or she can't fill it. So while I'm standing there, juggling mittens and hats and wallet and change and receipt, the cashier just stares back at me, waiting for me to get organized enough to pack my purchases. This is happening more and more to me and I guess is a product of the generation working cashes in places that don't provide bags. Is there anything burning your butt this week?