The fresh pork products I spur-of-the-moment decided to buy at Fred Meyer today turned out to be useful. Somehow. Don’t ask me exactly how. As my cashier rang me up, another cashier swooped down on our line and asked, “Any fresh meat?” As I’m puzzling out why he’s asking (not really hearing what the two of them are saying), I finally decide to do more than puzzle it out, and I say, “Um, I have some pork, from, um, that far wall over there” (gesturing towards the refrigerated-meat section). I dig it out of the bag, the swooped-in cashier grab it and hustles off to his station, and I ask my guy what’s up. “Something wasn’t scanning,” he says. About 20 seconds later the other guy returns with my meat, and puts it back in the bag.
I resisted asking, “Well, since I helped you, shouldn’t I get that for free?”