I was in a grocery store in Beaverton Ontario. True. And I put my stuff on the conveyor belt leading to the cashier and she asked me "how far down does it go?"
Once I figured out what she meant the timing wasn't right for a come back.
I was in another grocery store in Vancouver much later, and the cashier was a very sexy Eurasian girl who didn't like me, obviously. I worked across the street so I went there often. So she knew me.
She had a badge on her uniform lapel that said "Special Ten Dollars"
I asked her what was "special ten dollars?"
She said "Me".
I asked, "is that for an hour?"
She put on her disgusted look and said. " An hour?! more like 5 minutes"
I said "that's all I need. I'll just hit a bank machine and be right back"
She said
"you can leave now".
