As I loaded up my groceries into my cart, the checker at Target did that thing where he just keeps right on scanning the next person in line. My keys and wallet were still by the card-reader, and I was balancing a baby on my hip, trying to hustle. I get that they have to serve everyone quickly but, HELLO, 10 seconds please? Literally 10 seconds. Please.
But the checker didn’t seem all that with-it to begin with. Probably the end of a long shift. He had that far-off look in his eyes, daydreaming. He was mostly silent as he scanned the items on the belt for the man behind me in line.
I put that last bag in my cart.
Then, quietly, but loud enough for me and the man in line to hear, he sung out, almost as if in a trance and completely against his will….
And then abruptly, I swear, stopped breathing.
We all did, all 3 of us. The awkward was painfully funny. Well, for me. I have no idea if it was just painful for the man obviously buying condoms. Hopefully it was funny, this rare peek into this checker’s inner dialogue.
I just…. walked away. I could not allow myself to look up and make eye-contact with either of them. I shop there way too much to pee my pants at checkout.