he shopped there fourfive times a
year
she fed it into the scanner
it was rejected
turning to himhe could see she was
flustered before she could stammered he said
The checks good Scan it again please
You have my form of payment
But as you can see the machine rejected
it.
Yes inside him all his HIMs an HERs were
groaning Not again just wont fall in line will ya
I see the machine rejected it but yare the cashier I handed you the check Its goodIve written checks here possibly
longer than youve been alive
I’ll have to call management.
through the intercom he heard a man say hed be there in a minute
he looked to the woman behind him
in line she was of a commiserate age You werent going to write a check for your purchase were you
when the manager arrived the
young man didnt say anything to him addressed the cashier she
explained that she believed she did everything correctly he then told her what to do she followed his
orders the while insisting softly I did that . . I did that
he tried hard not to glare his customer care skills werent good but managers
tell people what to do don like to being told themselves
Which machine now sir his HIMs an HERs moaned Yare really
picking a sore ya didnt mean it You have eighteenth registers numbered beneath brightred signs though only two are open
he scanned the drivers license the machine accepted it reluctantly he returned it to the shelf he wasnt going to hand it to him Do onto others as you will have
others do onto you his HIMs and HERs uttered he hadnt appeared religious
So whas with your machines
he
couldnt stifle an irritated sigh They haven’t been updated. Nobody
writes checks anymore.
Well meet Mister Nobody
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