During a lull in the early-evening rush, I collect go-backs from the checkstands and start off to put them back on the shelves: a brick of cheese, a bottle of beer, a box of condoms and a can of whipped cream.
I pass a woman in front of the customer service booth, who gestures to me as if she needs help. She stops before asking her question, noticing my armload of products and saying innocently, “Oh, I’m sorry – are you going on break?”
I tell her I’m not, and help her with her question, all the while quietly amused by her appearing to think I bought the above-mentioned items for my break. I can’t help wondering where the brick of cheese fits into the equation.
Submitted by J.J. the Courtesy Clerk
