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Author: Dorkie
Fiction Rated: K - English - Humor - Reviews: 7 - Published: 03-10-08 - Updated: 03-10-08 - Complete - id:2486856

Register Seven

Author's Note- This piece of writing is not affliated with Hannaford Stores or its associates (except for me) in any way. So don't blame them.
I wrote the first half of this while working yesterday. Oh the joys of being a cashier. Anyway, this is all in fun... it's not meant to be taken seriously.


Hello, welcome to Hannaford

Did you find everything you were looking for?

Bread is in aisle eight, underneath the sign that says “Bread”

Yes, we take Visa

No, you can’t get cash back on a credit card

Could you ask your son to stop pushing buttons on the credit card machine?

The Oreos are 2.50

I can have someone check the price for you if –

My bagger, Ryan, would be more than happy to –

Ma’am, excuse me, ma’am, there’s no need to shout

I told you, Ryan won’t mind. It’s his job.

Ma’am, you need to calm down, ma’am

You’re making your son cry.

(Is there a problem?)

This woman wanted a price check on the Oreos

(Yes, ma’am, I’m the supervisor here today.

Would you like me to send Ryan to do a price check?)

I already offered –

(I’m sorry, ma’am, we can’t change the price

Without doing a price check first)

Okay, look, I’ll just take the Oreos off the order

Your total is 45.67

Yes, that’s without the Oreos

Yes, I scanned your coupons

Here’s your receipt…

have a nice day.


Author's Note - In case you're confused, the italics in parenthesis are supposed to be the supervisor speaking... the rest is me, the cashier. Yep...


© Copyright 2008 Dorkie (FictionPress ID:127689).


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