All that you require is a quick trip into Target to pick up seven PS4 games, new boxer shorts, four LEGO kits, a plastic food strainer, Febreeze, cat treats (multiple bags), Ziploc bags, deodorant, a superhero t-shirt, and a 72” HDTV. You know, the basics to sustain life. Things are going well and beyond belief there is a checkout lane open and ready to assist. The first thing you put on the conveyor belt are a few of your own bags. You catch a glimpse of the Target “team member”, let’s once again call her Shirl, and her eyes widen in horror and anxiety. Her day was going moderately okay until you the customer put down those fucking bags. She was trained to use the flimsy plastic bags supplied by her employer and she was trained in nothing else. With a weak smile she scans your first item, the underwear, and she reluctantly grabs the first bag. For no reason whatsoever she does not attach to the bag hook right in front of her. With a great bag and forth of her less than firm left forearm she shoots her arm up in the air, bag suspended by one shorter than normal finger. The item is scanned and with great effort she manages to put it in the bag after the third try. A slight sheen of retail sweat appears on her brow as the task is pushing her abilities to the limit. SCAN…the second item has been added to the total and again with great effort the item finds its way into the bag, still suspended way up high. Looking at this situation you realize your day has now gone to shit and you look at this poor woman as if she was trying to push a potato peeler up her own ass. What in the hell is she doing and why is she doing it this way? This is such an easy task, why is it so difficult? More importantly, why the fuck was “customers with their own bags” not covered in the orientation? Somehow, after the eighth item is finally placed into the bag, Shirl discounts your total 5 cents for each bag. Thanks for the mighty discount Shirl. She looks like she desperately wants to call the Manager and report you the customer for making her life exponentially more difficult. The anti-theft device on the TV? That thing is removed at lighting speed as if done by a retail fucking Ninja. This was clearly covered in orientation.