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You young’uns here might not believe it, but back in the early 90s, supermarket cashiers had to type every price in by hand.
I was at a Vons in San Diego, walking toward the only open check stand with a single bottle of soda in my hand. Suddenly this hoity toity lady with a cart stacked to the top flew out of one of the aisles like a freight train and cut me off. “I’m in a hurry,” she said, then looked away like she was annoyed that I’d been born.
I looked at the cashier. He rolled his eyes and got to work. Five minutes later she’s walking out the door and it’s my turn.
“You’re good,” says the cashier. “I put your soda on her tag.”
That felt good.
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