He opened up with a joke about how he wasn’t going to steal my items if I put them down on the belt without a separator and followed it up with something about Almond Joys.
I responded politely but not particularly engagingly.
He understood the politeness half. Not the unengaged half.
So he went on to talk about how three of the five cards he was buying were funeral cards. Asked me why he’s been going to more funerals than weddings lately.
I kinda shrugged and went with, “You win some, you lose some” and smiled just enough to be nice but not be mistaken as flirtatious.
The cashier scanned the guy’s final items (two frozen dollar burritos) and told him his total.
He paid, thanked the cashier by name and wished me a good night.
Moments like this make me realize how little human interaction is considered the standard these days. It’s a bit of a shame, really.
