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Ok.. every so often a thread pops up about dealing with nosy cashiers and nosy customers when buying food preps. Everyone has their opinion about what to say and how to handle it.
Well today, I finally had to say it. Maybe it wasn't the best judgement, I had some dental work earlier in the day, so my mind is still clouded with all the anesthetic.. My voice is sorta slurred, but I thought it was hilarious.
Standing in line at Dollar Tree. I have 5, 1 pound bags of beans, and 5, 2 pound bags of rice. I like to buy these two particular items there. Compared to the other locals, I get a good deal. The cashier starts ringing me up, with a pleasant smile. All is good so far. Then the customer behind me says, "looks like your going to be eating good"...
I couldn't help it. Out of my mouth comes
"were gett'n low at the compound."
Naturally my drugged, slurred, West-by-god-Virginia accent was at its finest. The only thing that could have made this better would have to been wearing a flannel shirt and an NRA cap.
At that very moment, you could have heard a pin drop in every Dollar Tree from coast to coast. You would have thought I dropped the "f-bomb" in front of some Catholic Kindergarteners. I then quickly followed up with "im kidding".. The cashier's smile turned upside down. The lady behind me and said "well, the way the world is getting.." as she took a step or two back.
Needless to say, I gathered my bags, and exited quickly.
Well today, I finally had to say it. Maybe it wasn't the best judgement, I had some dental work earlier in the day, so my mind is still clouded with all the anesthetic.. My voice is sorta slurred, but I thought it was hilarious.
Standing in line at Dollar Tree. I have 5, 1 pound bags of beans, and 5, 2 pound bags of rice. I like to buy these two particular items there. Compared to the other locals, I get a good deal. The cashier starts ringing me up, with a pleasant smile. All is good so far. Then the customer behind me says, "looks like your going to be eating good"...
I couldn't help it. Out of my mouth comes
"were gett'n low at the compound."
Naturally my drugged, slurred, West-by-god-Virginia accent was at its finest. The only thing that could have made this better would have to been wearing a flannel shirt and an NRA cap.
At that very moment, you could have heard a pin drop in every Dollar Tree from coast to coast. You would have thought I dropped the "f-bomb" in front of some Catholic Kindergarteners. I then quickly followed up with "im kidding".. The cashier's smile turned upside down. The lady behind me and said "well, the way the world is getting.." as she took a step or two back.
Needless to say, I gathered my bags, and exited quickly.