Those plastic produce bags have defeated my fingers ever since they first came out about six decades ago. So I was at a produce counter trying to get a bag open and it just wasn’t happening. A young gal about six feet away saw me fumbling, never said a word, just stepped over, took the bag away from me, opened it and handed it back. Still never said a word. I thanked her and she split.
So that’s been my shopping method ever since: If I need produce, try to wait for a young gal to show up, look helpless, get the bag opened, and finish shopping. Refining my “look helpless” look has been a learning experience all by itself. Try to avoid getting busted for stalking———