Friday, 14 December 2012
So, a while back, I was buying some merchandise at Home Depot. As I left with my bag of merchandise, the cashier began moving away from the register and started walking to another part of the store. But then I heard him say to the lady that was standing behind me, “Oh, were you buying something?” And then he walked back over to the register and the woman said something like, “Yeah, didn’t you see me?”
Maybe he didn’t. Or, more likely, he thought she was with me. I’m not sure why, though. We didn’t walk up to the register at the same time; I arrived first by several seconds. I never spoke with her and, besides, she was holding merchandise in her hands that, surely, she would have added to my pile of purchases if, indeed, we were “together.”
But maybe cashiers aren’t used to women buying stuff at Home Depot?
Today I was on the other end of this occurrence. (No, I haven’t taken a job as a cashier.)
I stopped at JoAnn this afternoon. I try to avoid this store to the extent possible, but every once in a while, I’m feeling a little too happy, and JoAnn always manages to depress the crap out of me. Actually, I just needed some buttons for my coat.
After finding the needed buttons, I stood in line at a “cash” register. There was only one other customer there, and she appeared to be finishing up. I stood there for about 15 seconds, and then the woman ahead of me grabbed her bag and walked away…and then the cashier shut off the light to her station and also walked away. I wasn’t sure where to go, because usually, in the rare cases when I walk up to a cashier that’s closing down, he or she says to me: “Oh, I’m done for the night, but you can head over to aisle 16,” or something like that.
So, after standing there for a few moments, I walked around to another register. The cahsier there then walked away from her cash register (not sure why), and said, “I can help you over here,” and she directed me back to where I was standing.
“Didn’t she see you?” the cashier asked me, evidently referencing her wayward colleague.
“I guess not,” I said.
“She must’ve thought you were with the previous lady,” she said.
Yeah, that makes sense. Because, since women don’t shop at Home Depot, men don’t shop at JoAnn.