When we become adults and need to buy something at a drugstore that may be considered 'embarrassing', somehow we get this crazy idea in our heads that the cashier is a professional. They see it all, they don't judge, they ring it up, forget and move on. Like they are a priest in a confessional, or have some kind of doctor-patient privilege. We try to block out the fact that they are just standing there making an hourly wage. Well a few weeks ago, something happened to me that is just too hilarious, I have to share.
I was returning an item at a drugstore. It was an item that "aids in regularity". (I'll leave it at that for obvious reasons.) Anyway, I put it down on the counter and say I need to return it. The cashier looks at it and says with a very loud voice, "Good thing you didn't need that after all, huh!?"
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