"Thumbtack" --
Sunday, March 16, 2003
At Safeway, the cashiers operate in two speeds: "Express" and "Oh my god, someone hit me one too many times with the Safeway Club". I must've done something terrible to a Safeway employee in a past life, because I always seem to pick the latter.
The woman who rangup my groceries said "I hope you feel better. shit" as the Tylenol Cold passed over the barcode scanner, before she sniffed some of her own snot onto her hand and putting the medicine into the bag.
"Thanks", I thought, "as soon as I get over this one, I'll get right to work on that one". A nod was the only acknowledgement I could produce.
I took a giant sweatsock full of nickels and dimes with me so I could cash them in in the Coinstar machine. Over $56 in coins just about paid for my groceries, but that didnt stop the cashier from trying to give me $56 in change. "I must be trippin'. shit", she said.
Sounds just about right.
Aa.
