Because I live so far from EVERYTHING, I will often stop for groceries on my way to or from work.
There’s one store in particular I just love. It not only has a terrifically fresh produce section, and a great variety of organic and healthy foods, but it has a ton of self-checkout lanes too.
At the end of a long day at work, I’ve usually used up all my niceties, so the last thing I want to do is make small talk with a cashier.
Today, as I was checking myself out *ahem*, I heard an attendant ask “Do you need help?”
I looked to the register next to me. An elderly lady, looking quite befuddled, replied, “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. It keeps telling me to place the item in the bag. And I am….”
I looked closer. In her left hand she held a bag. She demonstrated to the attendant that she was in fact placing it in the bag.
The attendant explained patiently that she needed to place the bag on the scale in order for the register to recognize that the item was bagged.
The lady was a little embarrassed, but the attendant quickly assured her it was okay. That she was there to help and was quite happy to do so.
I admired the lady for trying the self check out lanes at her age. At times, they’re even frustrating to me.
But at least I have yet to be embarrassed by them….