Oh dear. I love to bag my own stuff. Or rather, I HATE how clerks do it. They organize the bags WRONG, where "wrong" = "not the way I do it." I get home, I know which bag has what, I'm organized, life is good. Instead of, "Seriously?! We put the frozen peas under the crackers and paper napkins because WHY?!"

I gas up at the PA/NY/DE borders rather than suffer through gas attendants in NJ. <shudder>