Andtototoo
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Back in the dark ages, I worked as a grocery store cashier. So long ago that you had to key in each entry manually. In those days, checking out took longer and cashiers and customers often chatted while going through the process, so you often had "your" customers who would choose to come to your line rather than anyone else's. You got to know your customers.
I had many an interesting and enlightening conversation while checking people out. I asked a lot of questions about food and learned a lot. I don't ever remember anyone being upset with my questions and since these were New Yorkers, I would have known if they were upset.
The only time I judged was either to feel sad when I saw senior citizens buying canned tuna all the time because they couldn't afford any other protein or when I repeatedly had the same Food Stamp user try and convince me that he could buy beer with his Food Stamps. Whenever I would get to the beer, I'd tell him the rules and suddenly he could no longer speak English. I finally had a Puerto Rican friend of mine tell me how to say it in Spanish. The look on the customer's face when I said in Spanish was priceless. He then switched allegiances and went to another cashier, but I warned her and gave her the sentence. He went all the way down the list of cashiers and ended up back with me. And stopped trying to buy the beer with Food Stamps.
I had many an interesting and enlightening conversation while checking people out. I asked a lot of questions about food and learned a lot. I don't ever remember anyone being upset with my questions and since these were New Yorkers, I would have known if they were upset.
The only time I judged was either to feel sad when I saw senior citizens buying canned tuna all the time because they couldn't afford any other protein or when I repeatedly had the same Food Stamp user try and convince me that he could buy beer with his Food Stamps. Whenever I would get to the beer, I'd tell him the rules and suddenly he could no longer speak English. I finally had a Puerto Rican friend of mine tell me how to say it in Spanish. The look on the customer's face when I said in Spanish was priceless. He then switched allegiances and went to another cashier, but I warned her and gave her the sentence. He went all the way down the list of cashiers and ended up back with me. And stopped trying to buy the beer with Food Stamps.






Maybe you could guess it, but it was ALL frozen prepared foods and soup noodles. Piles of ice cream mochi boxes, bags of shrimp and crab flavored chips, buns, dumplings, mini "yogurt" drinks, candies... 