One of my favorites is the little old lady that stands there watching the cashier scan each item, total it up, tell her how much is needed and then like it wasn’t expected to require payment, they start jostling their purse to find the clasp, open it and start eini-meni-mini-moing which compartment the little change purse might be hiding. Taking it out they peek into each side of the snap compartments to see if their cash is all hiding in one place or if some had snuck over to the neighboring pocket. After the rubber band is removed from the rolled up bills, each one is peeled off and flattened out on the top of the checkout. I’m thinking about starting to eat everything I can once I get in line, for as long as it takes to get to the actual check out. (Wonder if they would notice the smoke from the bar-bi?)

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