Jen and I spent the weekend in the Poconos, taking naps, reading books, and talking to elderly gentlemen about glass. At one point, we went to the local grocery store, an IGA. As we were getting ready to checkout, I witnessed the tail end of a transaction between the two cashiers. One had purchased a diet pepsi through her neighbor’s register.
Cashier 1, let’s call her Ashley (holding a nickle): Here’s your dime.
Cashier 2, Sue, ignores her.
Ashley (still holding nickle): Hey, take your dime.
Sue ignores her.
Ashley (patiently holding nickle): Take your dime…err…nickle…
Me (to Ashley): I think I’m going to count my change.
Ashley looks at me somewhat confused, “Umm, that’s fine,” she assures me, automatically. Jen, having not witnessed the exchange, is of no help. Once again, no one got my joke. I thought it was funny at least.
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