At the grocery store:
B/g - my grocery chain has recognized that the deli counter is a real source of delay in the shopping experience, and has taken some great steps to alleviate it. The first is pre-ordering on-line; another option that they have is the wandering staffer with an Ipad, taking orders from people wandering the aisles and giving them a pickup number and time so they can continue shopping. Important note: you don't pay when you pre-order, you pay at the same time you go through checkout with all your other grocery items. end b/g
I used the on-line pre-order from my house on Sunday. I chose and ordered my meat & cheese, sliced, and picked the time to come collect it at the bin next to the deli counter. I threaded my way through the six-deep mass of humans crowded around the deli counter, all politely yet impatiently clutching their little number slips. I reached the pre-order bin, and started checking the five packages in the leftmost slot, all of which had my name on it. One woman came charging up to me, and said "WHAT? are you DOING!?" Completely startled, I said "picking up my order?" "How do YOU know it's YOURS?" - this was said while taking a step closer to me. "Well, my name is on there," I said, waving the cheddar cheese, extra sharp, 1/3 lb, sliced medium (because cheddar is brittle and it breaks at the "thin" setting.)
"HOW DO WE" (accompanied by a wave toward the throng at the deli) "know that's YOU?" Generally, I'm not at a loss for words, but...this time I was.
"Um....you don't." I tossed the packages in my basket, waved at the "throng" that she'd gestured toward, and headed over to the fish counter.
I....still don't know what happened. But I was forced to buy three boxes of Girl Scout cookies to calm myself.