The Banker and I were at one of those huge, obnoxious mega-stores. Rather than wait in the horrendous checkout lines, we opted to try the "Self-Checkout" machine. All was going well until The Banker swiped a coupon too quickly and jammed it into the (irretrievable) coupon slot.
"Ooohh--you did it too fast! The machine didn't read the coupon."
"So what?"
"The coupon was for FIVE BUCKS."
"Shit."
So as we waited for a human to lend us a hand, I turned to apologize to the woman waiting behind us. She gave me a stoned-looking smile and exclaimed, "Take all the time you need. This is like a vacation for me--my newborn is at home with my husband and I'm in the store by myself."
Then, I only vaguely could appreciate what this woman had to say. Today, I TOTALLY GET IT.
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