|
Okay, this is sort of awful, but... here it is.
My local grocery store has hired a large number of mentally challenged people to work as baggers. Now, I'm as open-minded as anybody would be who's never been much around mentally challenged people. I'm saying "mentally challenged" because I believe it's the polite way to say the term I was brought up using, which is "retarded". That's how I am with mental retardation--I'm not sure how to be around it or even how to say it.
Anyway, these folks are all over the place on the scale of functionality. Some of them are fine at their job. But some of them... Let's just say, I've gotten home with some grocery bags that contain a loaf of bread and a jar of pickles. I don't exactly feel comfortable complaining about that--I mean, what, am I going to go up to the guy and tell him he screwed up? It's totally understandable, giving what he's working with. And yet, I get home with wadded up bread.
|