So, tonight, a gaggle of giggling girls... or a giggle of gaggling girls... or... I dunno, I give up... comes into the store. Seriously, dead of the night, four maybe teenage girls dressed to the nines come into the store, yapping and gossiping and generally being as wrong as can be for being out at 12 at night in a grocery store, and I immediately get suspicious. They come in, I just kind of watch as they walk by, to make sure they don't beeline to the booze... no, they beelined to the pharmacy... er, I guess that's okay...?
The entire time they're in the store, I can hear them gossiping away, and could, with pinpoint accuracy, tell you where they were at any given moment.
Eventually, I hear them round the bend in floral, and move to stand at the end of my bank of SCOs, to watch them, and sigh (I was tired, okay?)... they come waltzing right up, and say, "We're ready to check out." I wave my hand behind me at my registers. "We have to check ourselves out?" You and the rest of the world, honey. Particularly since the only thing you appear to be buying is a cheesecake. Singular. Not enough to warrant opening a real register. And ever so damn hard to scan too...
Oooh! Oooh! Your friend is buying a pack of gum, TOO? Why did I not open a register for your Highness'... Hinieses... (I'm still tired...)? Why, why, damn my eyes?
The entire time they're in the store, I can hear them gossiping away, and could, with pinpoint accuracy, tell you where they were at any given moment.
Eventually, I hear them round the bend in floral, and move to stand at the end of my bank of SCOs, to watch them, and sigh (I was tired, okay?)... they come waltzing right up, and say, "We're ready to check out." I wave my hand behind me at my registers. "We have to check ourselves out?" You and the rest of the world, honey. Particularly since the only thing you appear to be buying is a cheesecake. Singular. Not enough to warrant opening a real register. And ever so damn hard to scan too...
Oooh! Oooh! Your friend is buying a pack of gum, TOO? Why did I not open a register for your Highness'... Hinieses... (I'm still tired...)? Why, why, damn my eyes?
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