(I am waiting to bag a couple’s groceries. The man walks to the end of the register and looks me straight in the eyes.)
Customer: *out of earshot of wife* “Let me tell you something.”
Me: “Okay.”
Customer: “If you ever think you love a woman and want to marry her, run away.”
Me: *chuckling* “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. So, are plastic bags okay?”
Customer: “Yeah, that’s fine.”
(As I put items into a plastic bag, the man’s wife joins him.)
Customer’s Wife: “Oh, can we actually have paper bags?”
Customer: “I can’t even make this decision?”
The process of "de-balling" is slow and inexorable.
Later,
Aphron
2 comments:
When RL and I grocery shop together he has to unload the cart at the register a "certain way" so that the groceries are bagged "correctly."
We rarely shop together... :)
Eh. It always seems one partner has an almost OCD way doing everything, while the other doesn't. They end up driving each other over the edge.
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