I’m on a Greek food kick these days and I needed some ingredients, if only to keep me from squandering money in restaurants. I went to County Market this afternoon to buy some stuff.
I was waiting in line, as the store was busy; I knew this before I even went in because the parking lot was full. The young male clerk seemed to be flustered while trying to process through the man in front of me — he called out to the clerk working the next register:
“Flora, I’m out of pennies! What do I do?”
Flora smiled and said, “Ya gotta buy some from the service desk. How many do you need?”
“Here, I’ll loan you some. Just be sure to pay me back!”
Flora handed the beleaguered guy three pennies. He finished the transaction and ran over to the service desk and bought a buck’s worth of pennies.
Now he had to deal with me. My first item was a bag of some unidentifiable leafy green stuff.
“Oh, man, what is this?”, the clerk asked me.
“It’s cilantro; it’s in the book.”
The clerk frantically paged through the produce book.
“How do ya spell that?”
I told him, but he couldn’t find it.
The clerk called out, “Hey Flora, what’s the number for cilantro?”
She told him and he punched it in.
My next item was two heads of garlic.
“What’s this, some kind of onion?”, the clerk asked me. I could tell that he was stressed.
“It’s garlic, guy.”
He found the number and said to me, “I don’t usually work a register — normally I bag groceries.”
“Hey, you’re doin’ fine. I’m in no hurry!”
Then a can of garbonzo beans wouldn’t scan — I thought, “This guy’s gonna sleep well tonight!”