Seriously?
Wednesday is Kroger night for us. While Trey is at church for Awana, Aden and I, and sometimes Brandon, complete our grocery shopping for the week.
It's a fun trip. Aden is, of course, in his element. Surrounded by food, oh happy day. And greeting everyone. Loudly.
So tonight we get to the checkout, and for whatever reason the turkey wouldn't ring up. The cashier sent the bagger to the back of the store for a price check, and I took over bagging.
And may I just say that I am quite happy to bag my own groceries. There are certain bagging rules, and precious few baggers seem to know them. Heavies on the bottom, crushables on top, cold stuff together, separate bag for cleaning stuff, etc. I don't know, maybe it's just me.
Anyhoo.
The bagger came back and told the cashier that the price was two for seven dollars.
The cashier stared at the keypad.
"But you only got one."
[crickets]
[more crickets]
[an entire cricket chorus]
"So it's $3.50 then," I softly say.
"Ohhhh, OK!"
Seriously?
I would say that, in the girl's defense, she was probably not quite 20 yet. Though that is hardly a defense.
And I would say that I'm a certified nerd and am totally stoked about helping Trey with his math homework when he gets into school. Though I do still have to use a calculator on occasion when balancing the checkbook.
But dividing by two??
Come on!
Seriously!
I need to calm down. Where's my slushy?
It's a fun trip. Aden is, of course, in his element. Surrounded by food, oh happy day. And greeting everyone. Loudly.
So tonight we get to the checkout, and for whatever reason the turkey wouldn't ring up. The cashier sent the bagger to the back of the store for a price check, and I took over bagging.
And may I just say that I am quite happy to bag my own groceries. There are certain bagging rules, and precious few baggers seem to know them. Heavies on the bottom, crushables on top, cold stuff together, separate bag for cleaning stuff, etc. I don't know, maybe it's just me.
Anyhoo.
The bagger came back and told the cashier that the price was two for seven dollars.
The cashier stared at the keypad.
"But you only got one."
[crickets]
[more crickets]
[an entire cricket chorus]
"So it's $3.50 then," I softly say.
"Ohhhh, OK!"
Seriously?
I would say that, in the girl's defense, she was probably not quite 20 yet. Though that is hardly a defense.
And I would say that I'm a certified nerd and am totally stoked about helping Trey with his math homework when he gets into school. Though I do still have to use a calculator on occasion when balancing the checkbook.
But dividing by two??
Come on!
Seriously!
I need to calm down. Where's my slushy?
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And her age would only be a defense if she was not quite 10. Diving by two is easy enough, but with money it should be even easier.
Wow...dividing by two? Kinda makes me fearful for our future generations...