So I was at Best Buy on Saturday, after taking Mom out for birthday dinner at Red Lobster, my sister and I took her shopping to buy presents, and one of those trips was to Best Buy to grab a couple of movies she wanted. There I am, standing in their version of the Disneyland line, with 4 tellers working.
Each of the tellers were occupied, and there was a gentleman in front of me, so I’m patiently waiting my turn. I was in no hurry, I’d had a drink, there was grilled Talapia in my tummy – life was good.
Then a teller opens up. I walk toward her, smiling, and hear – spoken so quickly I couldn’t understand her until she repeated it: checkdebitorcredit? I had to ask what in he hell she’d just said (by the way, don’t they teach teenagers in public school anymore, how to speak slowly and clearly? Why, back in my day . . .)
Anywho, when I told her I was paying with Cash – she said I coudn’t.
Seems she wasn’t prepared to handle cash, and there was only 1 of the 4 tellers there able to handle cash, so I would have to wait.
Yeah, that’s what I said. So I backed up, and she fired off the same rushed question to the man behind me, who – as it turns out – also wanted to use cash and had to wait behind me, for the ONE teller allowed to touch the green stuff. I’m trying to resist another lecture on the evils of using plastic, but I’ll be a good girl and stop now 🙂