There's a couple of health food or local supermarkets in the area and without getting too Portlandia I do feel somewhat like I should visit them more, since we like having them around and if we don't shop there we can't blame anyone if they do close. So, since we needed bread, I went in and picked up two loaves of that health-food-store bread that just seems automatically a lot denser than every other kind out there. I also considered some of the teas, but really, really don't need any just now.
There were two registers open, though neither seemed to be quite moving. You probably know stores where that sort of thing seems to just happen, sometimes. The Customer ahead of me was trying to buy one of those big jars of powdered stuff, and the Cashier asked if she had a membership card. No. Would she like one? It only takes a second. No, she doesn't have the time. The Cashier rang it up (something like $34) and the Customer handed the Cashier $40, then said that she believed the price rang up wrong, it was only $27. The Cashier paused, and apologized, noting that this really would've been better pointed out before she totalled the register, but said she could check the shelves. The Customer wanted her to. The Cashier checked the Customer Service desk, but nobody was there, so, she closed the register and went off with the jar to the aisle of powdered stuff.
The Customer apologized to me for causing all this trouble; I wasn't bothered. The Cashier came back with the price tag from the shelf, and sure enough, it was $26.81 or something like that; I'd agree with fussing over a seven dollar difference. However, if I read the tag --- upside-down and loaded with a lot of information about its organic, gluten-free, fair-trade and other statuses --- correctly, that was the sale price for members. Still, the Cashier wasn't arguing it and entered whatever retroactive correction was needed to re-open the register, and figured out the difference in price for that change.
Then the Customer pointed out she hadn't got change from the original transaction either, giving the Cashier --- and me --- pause. I believe that the Customer was right, though, and no change had gone to her over this. The Cashier apologized again, and the Customer apologized to me, although at this point I was just fascinated to see how this might spread. I think some of these apologies were directed at the people behind me, as everyone in the world was getting in line now. The Cashier worked out how much change the Customer should have got originally, and counted it out, and made notes on another piece of register tape for all this.
The Customer left, and the Cashier mentioned how, yes, she hadn't had the time to take a membership. I wouldn't dare speak for the many people in the motionless line behind me, but I was weirdly delighted with the whole scene.
Trivia: French Royal Roads, by a 1607 edit, were to be at least 72 feet wide. Source: The Discovery of France: A Historical Geography, Graham Robb.
Currently Reading: Opus 100, Isaac Asimov.