July 13, 2009
I don't know why I was scheduled a full, nine-hour day at self-checkout. Edie or Barb, the older women who usually covered it during the day must have been indisposed. Rachel approached later. Where are you going for lunch? She asked excitably. You don't know? Well go punch out and let me know! After much deliberation, I decided on Taco Hell after walking through the store. Rachel pressed the button for receipt tape and asked me to get her a double decker supreme with no tomato and a packet of mild sauce. No problem.