“I’m sorry, sir. My line is closed.”
He holds up a can of peanuts. “But I only have one thing.”
I look at the time on my register: 3:12. My break starts in three minutes. “My line is closed,” I repeat.
Before Peanut Man can even get to another line, a woman steps up. "My line is closed," I inform her.
She looks into her hands. “I only have these two items.”
I began to repeat myself but something happens—words don’t come out of my mouth, just a loud, deep growl. I look to the ceiling and the growl magnifies. The building begins to shake, the lights overhead begin to spark. The woman’s eyes widen as the floor beneath us starts to crack.
I only growl louder.
Merchandise is falling off the shelves. Glass is shattering everywhere. Parents clutch their children, terrified. From outside you can hear cars braking, then a collision.
I look at the clock on my register. 3:15. I close my mouth and the horror ends. I walk away and enjoy my 15 minute break.
Moral: Cashiers don't care if you only have one item when they say their line is closed.