America - its all a bit odd...

I occasionally see in US TV shows that in supermarkets there is the checkout person doing the item scanning and payment. There's also someone whose job it is to just put items in bags for the shopper.

Does that actually happen and how common is it? Or has that died out like gasoline pump attendants?
At US bases the Commissary store has baggers (usually retired Mil or Dependents who work for tips only) at most of the supermarkets here (NYC) you bag yourself (and now must bring your own bags as Governor Cuomo banned plastic bags just before the pandemic hit).
 
I occasionally see in US TV shows that in supermarkets there is the checkout person doing the item scanning and payment. There's also someone whose job it is to just put items in bags for the shopper.

Does that actually happen and how common is it? Or has that died out like gasoline pump attendants?
Most of the nicer grocery stores bag for you here in California. Pumping gas - not so much. Not many people mow their own grass here.
 
In my early days here I interviewed at a company that gave 5 days vacation in the first year. When I enquired further the bloke was very put out and said they wouldn’t expect me to take vacation in year one and sparsely there after. I remember I laughed out loud when he said it.
 

Oops

Old-Salt
In my early days here I interviewed at a company that gave 5 days vacation in the first year. When I enquired further the bloke was very put out and said they wouldn’t expect me to take vacation in year one and sparsely there after. I remember I laughed out loud when he said it.
Hence,once again the thread title living up to its name.
Dit.
In a former life, accompanying Then Missus to one of her Hi falutin company dos.
Was sat on a table with several Frogs and Cloggies, but headed up by a Colonial cousin who after barely a pint of our ' quaint warm beer' became unusually wobbly and gobby...
They'd just taken over the v. profitable Yoorupean company for their World leading patents, and he was telling everyone how they'd soon up their productivity if they only adopted the Yank culture of "Work hard, work long, vacations are for losers..blah blah ....."
By pudding (I decided to educate him into Northern ways) he'd become so obnoxious 'other halves' were baling out, I'd had enough, but wasnt gonna miss out on free ale.
" Maybe if you didn't sit around with your fingers up yer arse all week and actually invent something yerselves, you could afford to take decent holidays too"

I never bought another drink all night.
Eta
I had to write the meaning of the acronym 'Dilligaf' on napkins for my fellow revellers, twas before the invention of smartphones and YouTube,
Kevin bloody Wilson was available on all good vinyl!
 
Hence,once again the thread title living up to its name.
Dit.
In a former life, accompanying Then Missus to one of her Hi falutin company dos.
Was sat on a table with several Frogs and Cloggies, but headed up by a Colonial cousin who after barely a pint of our ' quaint warm beer' became unusually wobbly and gobby...
They'd just taken over the v. profitable Yoorupean company for their World leading patents, and he was telling everyone how they'd soon up their productivity if they only adopted the Yank culture of "Work hard, work long, vacations are for losers..blah blah ....."
By pudding (I decided to educate him into Northern ways) he'd become so obnoxious 'other halves' were baling out, I'd had enough, but wasnt gonna miss out on free ale.
" Maybe if you didn't sit around with your fingers up yer arse all week and actually invent something yerselves, you could afford to take decent holidays too"

I never bought another drink all night.
Eta
I had to write the meaning of the acronym 'Dilligaf' on napkins for my fellow revellers, twas before the invention of smartphones and YouTube,
Kevin bloody Wilson was available on all good vinyl!
Americans and UK beer do not mix. In Kosovo we had arranged a 'sleepover' at Film City in Pristina, hosted by Psyops or some other group. Three of us went up. We secured our weapons in the gate duty armoury, pocketed our receipts and headed for the bar where my Finnish colleagues were waiting. Also in the bar was a USAF Captain. he was about 22 and 5 foot f'kall tall. He took a shining to Guinness. Perhaps too much of a shining as we had to relieve him his pistol and his wallet when he got a bit 'lively'. In the end a Danish Marine Sgt 'educated him in diplomacy'. He sat quietly after that, fell asleep on the sofa and left the next morning with his wallet somewhat lighter [after we 'helped him empty it'] and his pistol returned (though I did pinch one round just to make his life interesting
 
When did Ozmates become as dim and gullible as Nigerians/South Africans?

We haven't nose dived to the level of South Africans just yet

 
Americans and UK beer do not mix. In Kosovo we had arranged a 'sleepover' at Film City in Pristina, hosted by Psyops or some other group. Three of us went up. We secured our weapons in the gate duty armoury, pocketed our receipts and headed for the bar where my Finnish colleagues were waiting. Also in the bar was a USAF Captain. he was about 22 and 5 foot f'kall tall. He took a shining to Guinness. Perhaps too much of a shining as we had to relieve him his pistol and his wallet when he got a bit 'lively'. In the end a Danish Marine Sgt 'educated him in diplomacy'. He sat quietly after that, fell asleep on the sofa and left the next morning with his wallet somewhat lighter [after we 'helped him empty it'] and his pistol returned (though I did pinch one round just to make his life interesting
Could say the same for Beer and UK officers

We had a Exchange officer assigned to us. Brown Beret (whatever than means) with a typically odd British last name that got him the nickname Sparrow-Cock really Peniston-B

At Camp Pickett Virginia he wandered the barracks bays waking up enlisted men looking for Porn, that didn't endear him to the men or NCO's who had just come back from MOUT/FIBUA training all day and had an hour to nap. That night we had a steak and beer dinner at the Messhall.

At some point said Leftenant decides that one of our officers, a young LT of Bangladeshi heritage is a ''terrorist'' and loudly exclaims that to one and all. He also tells us he will rid of of said ''terrorist''

Lt. "B" calls him a ''drunken Iimey twat'' and says "you lay a hand on me I'll break your ****-ing jaw".

Sparrow cock takes umbrage and proceeds to charge headfirst at Lt ''B'' who is standing at the head of a flight of concrete stairs

You can see it coming, can't you?

Lt "B" deftly steps aside as Sparrow-Cock does his best Wyle E. Coyote move and goes head first down said concrete stairs smashing his face open in about 4 places and proceeds to moan loudly for several minutes while we await the Medics. medics arrive and patch him up and put him in his rack. 3 times that night he gets up and tries to attack said Lt and 3 times has his ass handed to him.

Next day he arrives to train looking like hes been run over by a train, much humbled.

Our OC got rid of him that week
 
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Funbaby

Old-Salt
Generally it's 4 weeks plus 8 bank holidays as a standard, and not more than 2 weeks taken at once without special permission (and in all cases agreed in advance with notice).

I get unlimited reasonable vacation which I hate ; Very cool and trendy but really it’s just to save the company money. I never take my full vacation and the unspent days could be cashed out, which was nice.

Still I do like the free lunches, walking to work and the twin tap kegerator. Start up life.
 
We haven't nose dived to the level of South Africans just yet

The really fun bit is that those are the exact demographic helping keep the pilferati govt cosied up to the gravy trough while blaming all their problems on the 7% of the country who have no political power at all.
 
Could say the same for Beer and UK officers

We had a Exchange officer assigned to us. Brown Beret (whatever than means) with a typically odd British last name that got him the nickname Sparrow-Cock really Peniston-B

At Camp Pickett Virginia he wondered the barracks bays waking up enlisted men looking for Porn, that didn't endear him to the men or NCO's who had just come back from MOUT/FIBUA training all day and had an hour to nap. That night we had a steak and beer dinner at the Messhall.

At some point said Leftenant decides that one of our officers, a young LT of Bangladeshi heritage is a ''terrorist'' and loudly exclaims that to one and all. He also tells us he will rid of of said ''terrorist''

Lt. "B" calls him a ''drunken Iimey twat'' and says "you lay a hand on me I'll break your ****-ing jaw".

Sparrow cock takes umbrage and proceeds to charge headfirst at Lt ''B'' who is standing at the head of a flight of concrete stairs

You can see it coming, can't you?

Lt "B" deftly steps aside as Sparrow-Cock does his best Wyle E. Coyote move and goes head first down said concrete stairs smashing his face open in about 4 places and proceeds to moan loudly for several minutes while we await the Medics. medics arrive and patch him up and put him in his rack. 3 times that night he gets up and tries to attack said Lt and 3 times has his ass handed to him.

Next day he arrives to train looking like hes been run over by a train, much humbled.

Our OC got rid of him that week
I can't imagine why he was 'volunteered' for the exchange programme and away from his own unit in the first place :rolleyes:
 
We haven't nose dived to the level of South Africans just yet

And, now that shite like Foster's is only brewed in Burton-on-Trent for the discerning UK lager pallet, know how to brew beer, unlike Zuid Afrika.

'A couple who made up a batch of home-brew beer to get round South Africa's tough alcohol ban during lockdown died in agony after drinking one bottle of the ale each.

Tony Hilliar, 54, and Alida Fouche, 42, had run out of their own supplies of alcohol and decided to make their own brew with no end of the controversial restrictions in sight. It is believed both collapsed at their home in Port Nolloth in Northern Cape province after sampling the homebrew and that estate agent Tony made a desperate call for help.'


 
Americans and UK beer do not mix. In Kosovo we had arranged a 'sleepover' at Film City in Pristina, hosted by Psyops or some other group. Three of us went up. We secured our weapons in the gate duty armoury, pocketed our receipts and headed for the bar where my Finnish colleagues were waiting. Also in the bar was a USAF Captain. he was about 22 and 5 foot f'kall tall. He took a shining to Guinness. Perhaps too much of a shining as we had to relieve him his pistol and his wallet when he got a bit 'lively'. In the end a Danish Marine Sgt 'educated him in diplomacy'. He sat quietly after that, fell asleep on the sofa and left the next morning with his wallet somewhat lighter [after we 'helped him empty it'] and his pistol returned (though I did pinch one round just to make his life interesting
Not anymore; no consumption of alcohol while on ops for US personnel. I took a US 2* to Film City a couple of years ago for a 2-day staff visit. He was not a tee-totaller. The Swiss, who were hosting us, put on a raclette and beer at their 'chalet' but because of the rule, he was on water all night.
 
And, now that shite like Foster's is only brewed in Burton-on-Trent for the discerning UK lager pallet, know how to brew beer, unlike Zuid Afrika.

'A couple who made up a batch of home-brew beer to get round South Africa's tough alcohol ban during lockdown died in agony after drinking one bottle of the ale each.

Tony Hilliar, 54, and Alida Fouche, 42, had run out of their own supplies of alcohol and decided to make their own brew with no end of the controversial restrictions in sight. It is believed both collapsed at their home in Port Nolloth in Northern Cape province after sampling the homebrew and that estate agent Tony made a desperate call for help.'


Alcohol stores in Ontario Canada were declared to be an essential service and remained open because of concerns like the above. I don't know the reasoning behind the ban in South Africa, but the result as seen in that story was entirely predictable.
 

endure

GCM
Can’t make that cultural leap. As an Englishman, no Mexican is going to mow my bloody lawn whilst I’ve still got breath in my body.

I'm English and anybody who wants can come round and mow my lawn right now. I don't GAF what passport they have ;-)
 

Issi

War Hero
Was drinking with an ex USMC chap. I thought he'd be a ruffty tuffty beer and whiskey boy, but he was quite happy with his Apple Martinis.
Each to their own, I suppose.
 

endure

GCM
It is good for the step count, and doing it yourself saves money. Waste not want not!
I expect them to do it for free as I'm a helpless old pensioner...
 

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