Several hours after the fact, I’m still trying to decide which was worse:
- The fact that the guy in line in front of me bought eight loaves of bread, and specified exactly how they were to be placed in two grocery sacks, or
- The fact that he wrote a check for all that, which the clerk didn’t quite know how to handle because nobody ever writes a check anymore.
Fortunately, I was purchasing nothing perishable. (And contrarian that I am, I paid cash.)