A woman comes up to the front of my register, right as the guy who had just set down his groceries comes back from grabbing a few more things. The woman goes 'Can you sell me cigarettes?' And, I tell her yes, I can. She stands there for like five seconds, just looking at me. Not saying anything. And then she walks away, and goes to our front desk, which is like, for lottery tickets, or money orders, and she stands and waits there. So I start ringing up the guy's groceries, because, well, he was in line. As I'm doing that, I hear the woman go 'So who's gonna ring up my cigarettes?'
The manager, who was in the office tells her he can ring her up at the speedy checkout lane, which is basically part of the enclosed office. That is also where the cigarettes are kept, behind the counter. She walks about, half the distance there, looks back at the office, and the manager has to tell her again, he'll have to ring her up over at the speedy checkout. Then she says 'Oh wait, y'all card me, and I ain't got my id. I can't believe this.'
And she fuckin leaves.
And she fuckin leaves.