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Today I had to zip over to Walmart to get ONE item I needed to fix a meal for the family of a man who went HOME yesterday. There is a team taking care of the meal for today and I have been asked to prepare for Monday. I do not shop on Sunday... Who knew? Sunday is also the day when all the people who don’t go on Monday through Saturday swarm out of their dwellings to cha-ching the cash registers. I got in line at the first Under 20 Items register. Ahead of me was a woman on a telephone. [Now who has ever had that happen at Walmart...] She appeared to be speaking an Asian language. It actually sounded like I would sound if I were pretending to be Asian. She turned to look through me. Yep. Asian. A man came up and said something to her in a very harsh manner. She left her heavily loaded cart and walked away a few feet. I thought she was leaving. No, it was to get a better signal... She roamed around here and there, coming back every few minutes to advance her cart. She dropped little slips of paper that looked like they came out of a fortune cookie. These seemed to have the various numbers she was calling. While I was behind her cart and she was not, she called seven people. Or she could have been repeating calls to people she had already called. Like, how would I know – At last it is almost her turn and I gesture her to come back to her cart. She did; sing-talking all the time. She started piling groceries up on the area beside the conveyer belt... and also in with the groceries of the woman ahead of her. Suddenly there is No, no, not mine. Uh uh! . The woman running the register is carefully [slowly] reading a chart for every item. Thankfully, she is soon relieved by a no-nonsense zip-these-things-through woman.~sigh of relief~ The cashier holds up a green apple, saying, "what’s this?" The Asian woman is mystified... " Ah..po?" She offers. "Granny Smith", I interfere. [I’ve been there hours!] ‘Thanks," the cashier smiles. "Grin?" Says Mz Asian pointing to the apple, not aware the mystery had been solved without her. . Mz Asian then goes to the carousel to fuss about with the bags. The cashier asks if the many items on the area beside the belt are hers. She nods and smiles Mz Asian offers a red card and the cashier does much pushing of buttons and hands it back. Mz Asian starts to swipe it. " No, no. Pin..." Swiftly she complies and moves back toward the bags but the cashier frowns at her, " You only have $16 on this card." With flutterings and mutterings, Mz Asian finally gives her another card and the transaction is over. Well, I am exhausted! I hand her my item, swipe my debit card and am outta there. I pass Mz Asian being harangued again by the Asian man. I wonder if they are really angry or does that language just sound aggressive. I decide that someone as sensitive as me could never be Asian. I would be crying all the time! I hurry home to my crockpot. It will be working while I sleep. |
Apparently Sunday is a Mexican honoring day. Where bananas normally reside cacti was on display...fat, flat green "not-leaves", covered with a multitude of "sticky-outy" things..surely not thorns– do people eat thorns? ...And various chilies and sundry south-of-the-border things. 
all conversation was in Asian...
but makes no effort to come and put them on the belt. The cashier signals her to move back there! 
and finally it goes on with the items swiftly bagged. 
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