{"id":4245,"date":"2012-12-15T15:28:03","date_gmt":"2012-12-15T21:28:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/?p=4245"},"modified":"2012-12-15T15:28:03","modified_gmt":"2012-12-15T21:28:03","slug":"no-mans-land","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/2012\/12\/no-mans-land\/","title":{"rendered":"No Man&#8217;s Land"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Friday, 14 December 2012<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>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, &#8220;Oh, were you buying something?&#8221; And then he walked back over to the register and the woman said something like, &#8220;Yeah, didn&#8217;t you see me?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Maybe he didn&#8217;t. Or, more likely, he thought she was with me. I&#8217;m not sure why, though. We didn&#8217;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 &#8220;together.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>But maybe cashiers aren&#8217;t used to women buying stuff at Home Depot?<\/p>\n<p>Today I was on the other end of this occurrence. (No, I haven&#8217;t taken a job as a cashier.)<\/p>\n<p>I stopped at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.joann.com\/\">JoAnn<\/a> this afternoon. I try to avoid this store to the extent possible, but every once in a while, I&#8217;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.<\/p>\n<p>After finding the needed buttons, I stood in line at a &#8220;cash&#8221; 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&#8230;and then the cashier shut off the light to her station and also walked away. I wasn&#8217;t sure where to go, because usually, in the rare cases when I walk up to a cashier that&#8217;s closing down, he or she says to me: &#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m done for the night, but you can head over to aisle 16,&#8221; or something like that.<\/p>\n<p>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, &#8220;I can help you over here,&#8221; and she directed me back to where I was standing.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Didn&#8217;t she see you?&#8221; the cashier asked me, evidently referencing her wayward colleague.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I\u00a0 guess not,&#8221; I said.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;She must&#8217;ve thought you were with the previous lady,&#8221; she said.<\/p>\n<p>Yeah, that makes sense. Because, since women don&#8217;t shop at Home Depot, men don&#8217;t shop at JoAnn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4245","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-current-events"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4245","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4245"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4251,"href":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4245\/revisions\/4251"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}