That's what kills me too. It's such a lack of consideration. You can't wait the 10 minutes to buy the items and pay the cashier before opening it?? I once had a fat as fuck mother with her kid covered in cheeto dust wiping his slimy hands all over the paycard machine. I gave her napkins and a bag, hoping she'd bag the chips herself. I had to wipe down my counter for a minute before even moving on. I don't have ocd normally, but working around fat fucks is giving me anxiety.