I guess what I want, doesn't matter

Everyone has certain things that they like a certain way. Some people like crushed ice, some cubed. Mustard on a hot dog, or relish. The towels get folded lengthwise first or in half. Some of these things may seem trivial, while others have their meanings and reasons. It wouldn't make sense for me to come to your house and move all your plates to the top shelf cause I can reach them easier. Essentially making it harder for you. Today I once again experienced an ongoing issue I have. Melissa and I have a Pantry/cupboard in the basement. We tend to stock up on certain items when we get low. We also have a chest freezer that we keep extra things in. When grocery shopping we plan on what we want, need, and what to stock up on. In our fridge upstairs along with our cabinets we keep different items than downstairs. So when we load up the belt with our various treats we take the time to group things together, Fridge items, freezer items, stuff for downstairs; I'm guessing you get the idea. Then we have the pleasure of watching helplessly as the clerk picks and chooses through our groceries, to find their optimal goods for a bag. They will move something ten times before they finally decide it is worthy of the company of items being placed in the current bag. They will place, remove, and reinsert into a different bag. They will stretch way to the end of our food to grab the one elusive item they seek. I do not care that they keep their stuffing in the same cabinet as their green beans. WE DO NOT! Bag my damn shit the way I put in on the belt. Do not adventure on a quest to get all the red items in the same bag. Don't set out in search of all the round items. Leave the scavenger list of frozen goods at home. Don't check the buddy list for fruits and vegetables. And for the ten-thousandth time; I DON'T WANT MY MILK BAGGED!!!!!!