On a military base, the grocery store is called the commissary. This is where I shop. You'll encounter all sorts of things when you shop at the commissary.
1. Confused elderly people.
I try not to get irritated with them, because they are retired military members. But when one is blocking the entire soup selection with their cart, and you need a can of chicken soup, it can get annoying. Especially when the wife is all, "Vern? VERN? Which soup did you want again?" And Vern isn't sure so he's like, "I don't know. How much sodium does the Campbells one have compared to the others?" I'll say, "Excuse me?" and they'll glare at ME as if I'm interrupting or something. I said excuse me. I don't have all day to wait for them to compare sodium on all the cans of chicken soup.
2. Shoppers who block the aisles with their cart so you can't pass.
This probably happens at ALL grocery stories. If I'm looking at something, I move my cart to the side so others may pass. Sometimes people have their cart way out so you cannot pass. If you say excuse me, it sometimes works. Other times you are ignored. So I move the cart out of my way, and then the person glares at you. I always want to say, "Relax. I'm not stealing your cart. There's KALE in there."
3. Cranky Baggers.
At the commissary, you have people who bag and bring your groceries to your car. Then you tip them. I usually tip between $3-$5 depending on the weather and how many bags I have. I once pulled out three dollars from my wallet as the woman was bagging and heard her say to a friend, "She only giving me three dollar!" Another smacked my hand when I tried to help put the bags into my trunk. Please note, not ALL the baggers are cranky. I find the older people who are usually retirees, are fantastic.
4. Angry elderly people.
I go to the commissary early to avoid crowds. Sometimes this means only one checkout line is open. This upsets the older people who say loudly, "This is RIDICULOUS. In my day this WOULD NOT HAPPEN. Hey, you worker there! Why aren't any other lines OPEN?" Or they'll be gripping about the price of one of their items as they wait to checkout. "I can't believe it's three dollars for a block of cheese. I remember when it was .99 cents."
5. The same songs.
I swear there's something called The Commissary Soundtrack, because whenever I go, I usually hear the following songs: Moves Like Jagger, which I detest because Adam Levine hurts my ears, Maniac Monday, which I enjoy, but not when I've heard it 234897 times, and Africa by Toto, which I also like, but I wish there was more variety.
6. Brief guilt when you ask for plastic bags.
Sometimes I get a look from either the cashier or bagger that clearly says: "JUDGING YOU." But hey, I re-use the plastic bags! I use them as trash or kitty litter bags. I wouldn't re-use the paper bags. Could I buy the re-usable cloth bags? Yes. But then I'd have to buy bags to do the litter box and I'd just rather not.
7. Crazy drivers in the parking lot.
I've nearly been killed twice. Once by an elderly woman who gestured for me to go, but then put her foot on the gas. Lucky for me, I jumped away right in time. Another from a woman messing with her phone. I might have given her the finger.