What would you do?

It was a slow time at the supermarket, and they had a skeleton crew working the checkout. There weren't any baggers, so my cashier ended up walking around to bag all my groceries. Which is fine, except I had a lot of groceries and when I finished my debit card transaction the cashier was just starting to bag my foodstuffs. And the way she was situated, I couldn't really help because it would have turned into one of those "too many hands in the kitchen" type deals. So there I am, feeling awkward and weird as I make lame conversation about "all this rain we're having" and my class consciousness flares up and I start feeling like some elitist snob. BAG MY FOOD FASTER, PEON!!!

But then a bagger comes over... and I see the new bagger is a pregnant woman. Now I can't deal with it and say, "here, let me help" and she just smiles at me and says, "no, that's okay. I got it."

So there I am, standing with my hands in my pocket as a pregnant woman bags my groceries. Even with her assurance I still felt like an asshole.