After ten seconds I realized I’d made a poor choice. The woman at the front was clearly abusing the “20 Items or Less” rule. Annoying. The line at the checkout next to me was moving much more quickly. The gentleman in front of me, who had only bananas, noticed as well and glanced at me for my permission to move over to the other lane. I smiled and he bailed ship.
While the cashier rang up the woman’s 30 (at least) items, a young boy played around with all the toys on the shelves. His t-shirt read “Lock up your daughters” and his grandmother was repeating his name constantly trying to get him to leave the stuff alone.
Just as the cashier bagged the last of her items and the grandmother slid her card, the little boy walked up to the refrigerator that contained pop and other beverages. He reached inside and grabbed some strawberry milk.
“Put that back!” His grandmother called out desperately. He stared at her and before she could get to him (I don’t mean to imply that she moved quickly) he opened it and began to drink. She laughed awkwardly and paid for the drink and went on her way.
I was validated in my feelings about that store and went on my way. With all due respect Grandma, I know it has everything under the sun. But sometimes I am just not in the mood for a lesson on charity.
Our fondue was delicious.