So Kathleen runs out to the supermarket the other day to pick up two items. Two items.
She goes to the express lane which says “12 Items Or Less.”
Quick quiz: What’s an item?
For some folks, this is apparently a tricky question. I once brought three six packs of soda (we were having a party) to the Express line, and a woman behind me had a meltdown, accusing me of trying to sneak in eighteen items. “No, it’s three items,” I said. “Three sixpacks, each of which gets rung up once.” The woman snarled at me and threatened to call the manager and even the cashier’s assuring her that I was correct and it was only three items barely assuaged her.
So who does Kathleen get stuck behind?
A woman buying thirty *individual* cans of cat food. Plus a bunch of bananas. And a bag of apples. And a bag of oranges. And a bag of grapes. And a bag of peaches. And laundry detergent, and dishwasher detergent.
To a sane person, this is thirty seven items, three times the limit. To this woman? She very loudly announced to the annoyed cashier that this was three items. Cat food is an “item.” Fruits are an “item.” Cleaning liquids is an “item.” She couldn’t distinguish between units and categories.
The cashier rang her up.
Incredible.
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