Oh. My. God.
Walmart. Hempfield/Greensburg. Checkout line number 8 (I guesstimate).
Cucumbers. Beep. Milk. Beep. Canadian Bacon. Beep. Chai tea. Beep. Hmm, what’s this doohickey here? There’s no bar code on it. How do I ring it up? Maybe I should call my manager? Or maybe a price check? But I have no idea what department this thing would be sold in. Hmm. Why is my customer looking at me so wide eyed? Why is the lady behind her in line doubled over laughing?
Excuse me? Wha?
Oh, it is the GROCERY DIVIDER BAR, I knew that.Look, I wish I was making it up people, but I am not. A Walmart cashier tried to ring up the grocery divider bar like she had never laid eyes on one before. Oh, I wish wish wish that she had done a price check. Damn the lady behind me for pointing out to her what it was and taking my amusement away.
Hey, I’m not trying to insult blondes, but let’s be realistic here, I may have been witness to the biggest blonde joke of all time and it happened right here in the Burgh. We’re on the cutting edge I tell you, the cutting edge.