I go to Walmart too much. I always have just one thing to pick up on my lunch or before work on Saturdays. I feel like I should start asking the greeters their names or how their children are doing or if Fluffy ever coughed up that hairball (one of them looks like she’d own a lot of cats).
Today the cashier and I had a great conversation about credit vs. debit and how her husband is afraid of the do-it-yourself credit card swipers because he doesn’t understand how to use them. She has to coach him before he goes to the store alone. It was quite the conversation.
It looks nice out… I wish I could go outside before it gets too hot.
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