More Grocery Tales

I couldn’t resist the donut. I headed to the checkout with my lunch. I had a salad, a donut, and a Coke Zero (Which, by the way is the best diet drink ever – it’s black magic good. Makes me nervous).

So, I get in line behind a person who has about ten or so items and the cashier, seeing that I had but a couple things, directed me to the service desk. “They can take you at the office, sir,” she said.

I get to the Customer Service desk and set my few items down.

“What can we do for you?” said the manager?

I was surprised, assuming that he would have already figured out the skinny and said, “She said that you could take me up here?”

“Who said that?” he asked… politely, but with disbelief.

“I don’t know. The lady at the checkout,” I said, turning to see the cashier, still dragging the product of my predecessor over her laser-scanner. She looked up, continuing to scan. Her expression was one of malaise.

“Kay did?” continued the manager?

“If that’s Kay,” I said, now concerned for Kay’s well being. “Is it a problem?” I asked.

“No. No, we can certainly take care of you.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause it sounds like Kay’s gonna get it as soon as I’m gone.”

“Oh, no. I was just curious.”

Just ring up the fuckin’ donut.