You had to be there. Otherwise, you'd never believe it.
Last night I ran short of cat food. Gotta have cat food. The poor guy depends on me, so off I waddled to the local grocery, which happens to be about a thousand feet from the container I call home.
I picked up a few cans of Fancy Feast, along with a few snacks for me - you didn't think I was going to leave empty handed, did you?
I found myself in aisle 3 - 15 items or less - which is pretty much where I am all the time.
I found myself in aisle 3 - 15 items or less - which is pretty much where I am all the time.
As I was paying (cash - go figure) a woman rolled in behind me with a cart full of junk. Laura the cashier, took notice almost immediately.
LAURA: Ma'am, excuse me, how many items do you have?
MA'AM: [startled but composed and counting] Um ... three, five ... oh, am I in the express lane?
LAURA: Yes you are.
MA'AM: [startled but composed and counting] Um ... three, five ... oh, am I in the express lane?
LAURA: Yes you are.
MA'AM: [politely] Oh, I'm sorry.
She rolled her cart over to one of the regular lanes.
Me, [startled but composed] joked with the cashier.
ME: You have to keep your eyes on these people all the time!
LAURA: [sternly] Yes. Yes, you do.
She handed me my change and I nodded in agreement.
Well, I thought, somebody empowered the cashier, and good for her. Laura even gave me my five cent CANVAS BAG REFUND. I've never been more in awe of a single cashier in my entire life.
I'm in love.
Is it possible to have a personal cashier at the grocery?
You just had to be there to see it.
7 comments:
Shit. Laura's hardcore, man.
What kind of snacks did you get for yourself?
Did kitty get his food?
So many unanswered questions.
Kitty always gets his food. Snack was a bag of low-fat popcorn. I know.
boy oh boy anthony.
you're an edgy kind of snacker aren'tcha?
i'd hate to see what you eat when you're feelin' a little froggy.
whatcha get then? cheese curls? *gasp*
*snort*
i'm kidding you, you know that. i only like to eat movie theatre popcorn. like the kind at the actual theatre. not microwave 'corn. blech.
i dont have a snack. sometimes i'm a triscuit girl. but not really a snacker anymore.
I remember the cashiers at the Valu-mart when I was living in Mississauga. Hot, young things that always wore those black stretchy pants...hmm...good times. I'd go shopping even if I didn't need anything.
lucky you. i get the bitter 16 yr olds that ask me if i got the right change back.
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