This afternoon, I had to reach higher than usual to put my groceries on the cashier's belt. For a moment, I wondered if I was shrinking, but when I got to the register and met the tall young man working there, I understood. Even so, I couldn't help myself. "This belt is so high!" I told him.
He laughed and showed me the switch that could raise and lower it.
"That's crazy!" I said. "I've never noticed that they are adjustable!"
"It's good for me," he laughed again, and we continued to chat amiably as he scanned my groceries.
As we talked, I noticed he was wearing a button that read, I'm new around here, so I asked him how long he'd been on the job.
He told me a complicated story about his first two weeks and then his second two weeks, and then he shook his head and laughed again. "Let's say about a month," he answered, then held up my rutabaga. "What's this?"
"Rutabaga or yellow turnip," I told him and watched as he quickly typed in some letters on his screen. Rutabaga flashed by momentarily, but then he swiped to a different screen. "Oh! I saw it back there!" I told him. "The code was 4747."
"You saw it?" he asked with surprise but typed in the numbers. Rutabaga flashed across the display, and he tapped enter.
"Maybe you should work here, too!" he said.
"Maybe," I agreed, "but we'd definitely have to lower the belt!"
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