Sometimes the conversations I hear are far more entertaining than the movies that Hollywood spews out. Here’s a little ditty I was part of in the checkout line at Wal-Mart today.
The cashier is putting a large box of kitty litter in a cart as I walk up. The customer that the cart belongs to is nowhere to be seen.
Cashier: It’ll be a few minutes, honey. She had to run and get a few items.
Me: Uh. Okay.
The other lines are jam packed with customers and their Wal-Mart specials, so I stay put waiting for this customer to finish up her shopping. For a moment I think that it’s common knowledge to finish your shopping needs prior to entering the checkout line. But then I remind myself this is Wal-Mart, where common knowledge is not the daily special. Finally, the customer comes back with another large box of kitty litter. I guess you can’t have enough kitty litter.
Customer: That’ll do it for me.
Cashier: It’s $19.43, sweetie.
Customer: How much?
Cashier: $19.43.
Customer rifles through her purse.
Customer: How much is it?
Cashier: $19.43.
The customer pulls out a wad of cash and begins to count out nineteen one-dollar bills on the counter. She then dips into her sweatpants, pulls out a handful of change and begins to count out the pennies.
Customer: How much is it again?
Cashier and Me: (simultaneously) $19.43.
The customer counts out the change and hands it to the cashier who finishes the transaction and hands the receipt to her.
Cashier: Thanks, sweetie. Have a nice a day.
The customer doesn’t budge and there is a momentary pause.
Customer: You know, I should have paid this with my food stamps.
Cashier: What’s that?
Customer: Give me my cash back and I’ll use my food stamps instead.
Cashier: You'll have to go to the courtesy desk and do that. Return the items and then they'll re-ring it on your food stamps.
Customer: (dumbfounded) Are you serious?
Cashier: Yes. I. Am.
End of Scene.
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