Yesterday I was in the supermarket buying a few things, because well we don't plan our grocery list properly (not my fault) and we make like 10 trips during the week. However they had leggings on sale so I bought a couple.
Going to checkout, as usual I choose the longest line with the old lady writing a check and also using some sort of public benefit check where they have to call the manager to sign, use the key or some nonsense. Why on Earth they don't use a debit card and EBT card is beyond me. Yeah lucky me, LOL.
Anyway I am there playing with my phone, because, well I am bored. Head down. Oh btw I am dressed as a guy because, well, I am coming from work and really did not bother to take off my jacket.
She places another customer's bread behind my conveyor belt separator by accident, then when she reaches it, looks to me and says, "sir, is this yours?"
I look up at her, and say, "no it's not. You put it there." I kinda use a higher voice because I'm used to doing that now.
The look of absolute horror on her face was priceless. It was as if she saw a ghost. Lord alone knows what she was thinking. Then she says, "okay, ma'am, I'm sorry."
Haha, I like wins like that, because people correct themselves...