Checking Out

I always appreciate when the cashier at the grocery comments on my purchases. Today, eyeing a container of hummus, the lady behind the counter said: “This stuff is nasty…”

Earlier in the week, a cashier noticed I was stocking up on chicken soup and cough medicine. “Somebody’s got the flu, eh?” Glad I wasn’t buying a pregnancy test (“Hubba hubba…”) or roach spray.