I hate do-it-yourself checkouts! Saturday night I went to a Walmart for the first time in ages. I avoid shopping there since I always walk out with more things than I had on my list. Besides, there isn’t one that’s convenient for me. I bit the bullet after working with a student on an essay past 11 PM and headed toward one.
I really needed ink for my printer. I’d put off buying printer ink because it costs an arm and a leg at Office Depot. I have an aversion to paying full price for anything. Proud that I had remembered several items I needed at good prices, I pushed my cart up to the checkout area. Sheer panic replaced my excitement.
There were NO cashiers at the registers. I actually got in line and then out three times. I was within seconds of walking out empty-handed. Those registers make me feel like a two year old in a middle school math class. I couldn’t have been much more embarrassed if I’d had a split in my jeans. After a young lady tried to help me scan my items, a clerk showed up and rescued me. I could have hugged the young lady who tried to help when other shoppers gave me the you’re-slowing-us-down stink-eye.
Tell me about times when you felt helpless and out of sync with the rest of the world.
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