If I Don't Get Rung Up, I Will Wreck a Bitch!
This post contains lethal doses of sarcasm if read irresponsibly.
The air around register Line #6 was tense, taut as a pulled hamstring. An incoherent shriek shatters the suspense. Apparently, there was a slight dent in one of the cereal boxes, although where or when this damage arrived is unknowable and unfalsifiable. This athleisure-clad housewife could’ve unwittingly swiped the already defective box from the shelf, or its structural integrity could’ve been compromised by the pressure of a densely packed shopping cart.
Regardless, Whole Foods is on the hook for this intolerably dehumanizing inconvenience, and this poor cashier will have to be the human buffer that absorbs the fire and fury of a bored, late-40s suburbanite wine mom.
“I have contained my rage for as long as possible, but I shall unleash my wrath upon you... LIKE THE CRASHING OF A THOUSAND WAVES!!”
The customer is always right.