I had a high school job at a grocery store. I had the exciting duty of bagging up all your groceries after the cashier scanned them. I never understood why I wasn't good enough to push UPCs across some red beams, but I dealt with it.
Typically, the baggers would just move back and forth between registers with long lines. Sometimes, if a cashier noticed his or her line was getting really long, they'd call over for help. Well, out of all four baggers working this day, I was called over to another register. I got there only to find an elderly couple and one lady behind them. I didn't think anything of it, the elderly couple had a lot of stuff so maybe that was why this guy called me to his register.
I had talked with this guy before. The store was short on lockers for employees so he gave me the combination to his in case I wanted to put my purse in it. Now, being 25, I would probably not do that. however, at age 17 I didn't really care since the contents of my purse was makeup. I always put any cash and my driver's license in my pocket while I was working.
So, this guy kept scanning things and sending them my way to be bagged. I picked up a carton of ice cream and it had a piece of paper on top of it, I picked it off and was about to give it to the man or woman in the couple, but it was written with a black sharpie so I couldn't help reading it.
You're hot. What's your number?
Whoa. Did this old man send me this note on top of his mint chocolate chip ice cream? I just stared at it for a while, while the cashier stared at me. Finally, I looked up and understood the note was from him. I didn't really like the cheesy way he went about this, so I crumpled up the note and threw it at his head and said, "Oops! Sorry!"
He never called me over to his register again. Oh well.
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