Yesterday I went to the grocery store after work and picked up, oh, a gazillion things. I went to checkout lane number five, and it looked just like every other checkout line. I unloaded all my items onto the cart and waited my turn. The cashier informed me as she began scanning my items that she was an express lane. Fifteen items or less. Uhhh…..I apologized profusely and looked for the sign that I clearly missed. You know how most grocery stores have “express lane” lit up right above the lane number? Well, this place did have a giant sign that said express lane, but it was a plain old sign hanging from the ceiling, and it just sort of blended in with the background.
I felt like a total jerk. I just stood there, eyes downcast, avoiding the stares of the people in line behind me. So glad that the cashier was speedy and had all the produce SKUs memorized. And to get just maybe a little sympathy, I opened my coat a little so people could see my growing pregnant belly, and take pity on me. It may have worked, because no one said anything mean or threw any rotten tomatoes at me.