Going Bananas

Sorry I haven't written for a while! We've been busy with Ann and Angela, and now the Wheelers (Jeff, his parents, and his daughter Clare) are here as well! We're quite the happy little group...

This is Jeff's story that I begged him to let me post, because it's so funny and so typical of the kind of thing that happens.  I'll try to quote him wherever I remember his exact words; the rest will be my recounting of his narrative.

He and the other members of his family stopped at the eMi (the big grocery store I love to hate at the bottom of the hill) to take a look around and to pick up some water. While he was there, he chucked two bananas into his cart [not seeing the scale that says "Please to weight your fruits and vegetable pushing the number"].

When he arrived at the checkout counter, the clerk asked him what the code for the bananas was. He responded, "I have no idea, so sorry." She conferred with the other clerks, none of whom knew the bananas code. Not being terribly committed to the bananas, Jeff just said she could keep them, and he would get the remainder of his purchases. So they were put aside and he paid his total.

Halfway through checking out the next customer, the clerk spotted him: the customer three places down who had...bananas! She calmly voided her register; meanwhile, the new set of bananas was passed down the line to her. She read the banana code, weighed Jeff's merchandise, and charged him 42 cents for his bananas. The other bananas were silently passed back down the line to their prospective purchaser. And then she started up with the new customer.

As Jeff says (and I can attest), the humor (apart from the innate banana humor) was in the calm way that everyone took the experience -- it was nothing abnormal or strange to worry about the 42-cent purchase of two bananas for the person who after all must  have wanted them...or why else would he have put them in his cart?

Love,

Alexandra