Mrs. HM, The Ageless Chameleon

I was back in Country Mart on Thursday, and picked up The Pony's wine, and Farmer H's Wild Turkey. The problem with the registers seems to have been resolved. I put the liquor bottles on the conveyor with my groceries and Pony/Farmer H snacks, and they scanned like normal.

I had a different checker again. It's a tall guy who might or might not be on the spectrum. He gets the job done, but is a little slow, and makes some odd remarks at times. He's a nice guy. I saw him one day while I was waiting at the deli counter. He was putting on a backpack, and talking to the deli worker. Said he was clocked out, and headed to his OTHER job. Which was working in the kitchen at the sports bar next to the Liquor Store down the street. A guy who works two jobs is a stand-up guy.

It didn't dawn on me until the next day that I should check my receipt and see how old HE thought I was! Lucky for me, it was twisted up in my purse (I twist the receipts I've already recorded in my checkbook register).

 

 

33!!!

Heh, heh! Not a patronizing 21, not an overestimated 65, but a nice middle-aged inoffensive age in order to ring up my two bottles of alcohol.

This guy should get Employee of the Month.