When I was in high school and college I worked as a grocery store check-out clerk. I was friendly. I would chat with my customers. I had regulars. In fact, for as much as I fear talking to strangers, I became a different person when working in customer service. It’s almost like I put on my Sassy Bad alter-ego, Viv, when I worked with customers. Someone would come through my line with tortillas, cheese, and tomatoes in their cart and I would say, “Hmmm, someone’s making burritos tonight!”
It’s that Midwestern, Marge Pearson, charm deep within me.
Anyhow, there were times when I couldn’t make any sense what so ever of the context of someone’s purchases – especially the late night crowd when people were more likely to be picking up ‘just a few things,’ and the items in any given basket were more eclectic.
Like the time one guy bought toilet paper, a bottle of mustard, and some dental floss.
Doesn’t that just make you laugh? Not even a little? The complete randomness of it? Okay, so maybe I have a strange sense of grocery store humor from working in the industry.
At any rate, in my childish paranoia that other people are just like me, I was glad to be able to take my random assortment of purchases through the ‘self-check’ line at my local grocery store last night. Because, well, wouldn’t YOU wonder what was going on at my house?
Okay, again, maybe I’m just a little strange.
(Oh, and if you’re paying attention, the test came out negative.)