Me: Those bags are mine.
Idiot: I know, ma’am.
Me: Aren’t you going to ring them up?
Idiot: Don’t worry, I put them on top of his things.
Me: But they are mine.
Idiot: I understand.
Me: No, I don’t think you do. The bags, which you keep putting on top of the man’s order behind me. Are the bags that I want to buy, and that you need to ring in with the rest of my order, so that I can pay for them, and put my purchases in them when I leave. Those are not that man’s bags, they are mine. I want those bags, and the man behind me does not want those bags. You completed my order without my bags. You need to add those bags to my order before I pay you for my entire order, including those bags.
Idiot: Oh. So these are yours?
Idiot: Oh gosh, then I need to reopen your transaction.
Me: Yes, you do.
Idiot: Hold on… This would’ve been easier if I had known it from the beginning.
Man behind me: You would’ve known from the beginning, if you had listened to this lady. I don’t even know how many time she told you those were hers.
Idiot: well, we are very busy here, sir.
Man behind me: I’m sure having to redo things makes it even busier, doesn’t it?
Idiot: Yes, it does.
Man behind me: She still doesn’t get it, does she?
Me: Nope, but thanks for trying.