To the Target cashier I met at 11:00 am Saturday morning.
Dear Target Cashier: I think the only person you’re trying to fool is yourself. Saying you just “needed to take your medicine” is fine, but we both know your “medicine” was five ibuprofen that you were hoping would cure your hang-over, and honestly, I’m not even sure you had reached that stage yet, because you still seemed pretty drunk to me. The first tip off was when you started scanning my items and asked me “cash or credit?” I’m pretty sure no one has heard those words since 1992, what, with the scanners that every store has now, not to mention this is Target, and we all know what the routine is, and honey, “cash or credit?” is not a part of that routine.
The second tip that something might be amiss was that I had brought in my own bag, which you acknowledged, but then went ahead and put my items in a store bag.
The third and final clue to tie my theory all together was that once you had put the items in the bag, you turned away from me, downed some pills and chased them with Mt. Dew all while being completely oblivious to the fact that you hadn’t finished the transaction or handed me my receipt. I thought maybe you just really needed to take those pills, so I stood there patiently, and then you just walked away, even though there was a women behind me who had put her stuff on the belt.
I had to call you back to the register, which was weird I must admit, and that’s when you threw me the line about “needing to take your medicine.”
I sure hope it worked.
The second tip that something might be amiss was that I had brought in my own bag, which you acknowledged, but then went ahead and put my items in a store bag.
The third and final clue to tie my theory all together was that once you had put the items in the bag, you turned away from me, downed some pills and chased them with Mt. Dew all while being completely oblivious to the fact that you hadn’t finished the transaction or handed me my receipt. I thought maybe you just really needed to take those pills, so I stood there patiently, and then you just walked away, even though there was a women behind me who had put her stuff on the belt.
I had to call you back to the register, which was weird I must admit, and that’s when you threw me the line about “needing to take your medicine.”
I sure hope it worked.