"How are you tonight?" the CVS cashier asks me pleasantly. I set my 12-pack of Pepsi down on the counter for her to ring in. It's quarter-past five in the evening and it's pretty busy in the store.
"I'm well, thanks, and you?" I reply, digging in my wallet for my CVS card. I hand it over so I can earn my menial reward points and further pledge my consumership to this particular drugstore chain.
"Not bad, not bad," she says, bobbing her head a little. She's probably in her late teens/early twenties, and unlike most individuals I've encountered in her age group, she actually seems to be in possession of a personality. She hits a few keys on the register and gives me my total. "Is that all tonight?"
"Yeah, that'll do it. How much?"
"$5.37," she replies, and tucks her hair behind her ears. I hand her a twenty dollar bill.
"Nice," she says in admiration.
Not thinking that presenting a twenty is cause for admiration, I begin to get a little confused. "Thanks?" I offered, not really sure what the appropriate response should be.
"I've never seen one of those before." The drawer pops out and she starts counting out my change.
A cashier that has never seen a twenty dollar bill before? What, is it one of those new twenties? Or is she just jerking me around, trying to embarrass me in front of the other patrons?
She must have sensed my confusion, because she looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah..." she trails off.
"You've... never seen a twenty before?" I ask slowly, unsure of what is happening.
"No, of course I've seen a twenty before," she says with exaggerated obviousness. "I was referring to the concert t-shirt you're wearing. Styx and Foreigner? Must have been a killer show."
"Oh." Of course she wasn't talking about the currency I was purchasing with. "Yeah. It was."
We stand there quietly for a moment, and then she hands me my change, suddenly in a hurry to be done with me (the weirdo) and be on to the next customer. "Have a good night. And by that, I mean enjoy the rest of the day," she said.
My face flushed red as I grabbed my 12-pack and ducked out of the store. Sometimes I have no clue whatsoever where my mind goes with things.
I'm need to do a little bit of housekeeping today. First off is mentioning something Scuba Nurse wrote about recently. She reviewed a book that is for parents who are grieving the loss of their child. No parent should have to go through that, but it's great that there are resources like the book she talks about on this post to help those suffering through the unspeakable. Check it out!
Also, I apparently goofed when I wrote the terms for my annual Fall Give Away last week. I edited the original post to mention the changes, but basically there is only going to be one Grand Prize winner this year. That person gets the $55 gift certificate to CSNStores. There will still be two runners-up, one in each category, but only one big winner.
Sorry for the confusion, folks.