Saturday, January 15, 2011
I went to Trader Joe's this afternoon to pick up a few items. After I made my selections, I proceeded to the 15 or fewer line where I was the only customer. I placed my things on the counter and handed the checker my 'I used to be a plastic bottle' bag. He rang up one item, put it in my bag and stated the price. I looked at him quizzically, pointing to my other items. "Oh, are those yours too?" I looked around to see who else could be paying for them and I nodded. He rang up more items, placing them in my bag. I ran my credit card and checked the appropriate boxes. The clerk handed me my receipt and bag and, as I turned to leave, he said, "Oh, is this pasta yours too?" I refrained from saying, "No, I'm psychic and I put it there for the next customer - I sense they'll need it." Instead, I just nodded and got my wallet out. He rang up my last item and I paid and left. I think I'm done shopping today.
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