Checking out last night at Lucky, there was a man with his two kids in front of us. He's busy on his cell phone, the whole time unloading his cart, mostly loaded with liquor. It's 9:00 pm, I'm thinking it's a little late to get the party going, but, whatever.
Checker tells him the total, he starts peeling off cash, still trying to hold his oh-so-important conversation (which I automatically tuned out). Lots of cash. I wasn't paying attention (see how much I try to ignore other people), so I don't know the total. I did notice that he had a few CCs or debit cards while digging through his cash.
He's still holding cash in his hand, but apparently he wants to pay the exact amount, so he starts asking his tween-age kids what cash they have. The checker says, "I'm sorry, I can't take payment from children." He keeps asking the kids. She keeps saying, "I'm sorry, I can't take payment from children." Lather, rinse, repeat about three more times.
Finally (thank you!), he puts his frikkin' phone down and actually listens to the checker. He pays the rest himself and finally leaves.
It didn't take too long, and my older son was with me, so we were chatting and hanging out, but I wondered what would have happened if there had been someone waiting behind this guy who was in a hurry to get to a party, or home with the booze?
Checker tells him the total, he starts peeling off cash, still trying to hold his oh-so-important conversation (which I automatically tuned out). Lots of cash. I wasn't paying attention (see how much I try to ignore other people), so I don't know the total. I did notice that he had a few CCs or debit cards while digging through his cash.
He's still holding cash in his hand, but apparently he wants to pay the exact amount, so he starts asking his tween-age kids what cash they have. The checker says, "I'm sorry, I can't take payment from children." He keeps asking the kids. She keeps saying, "I'm sorry, I can't take payment from children." Lather, rinse, repeat about three more times.
Finally (thank you!), he puts his frikkin' phone down and actually listens to the checker. He pays the rest himself and finally leaves.
It didn't take too long, and my older son was with me, so we were chatting and hanging out, but I wondered what would have happened if there had been someone waiting behind this guy who was in a hurry to get to a party, or home with the booze?


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