We've all seen it. The cart squarely "parked", blocking traffic in the aisle. Is the cart to one side? Certainly not. It's smack dab in the middle of the aisle and it will stay there until the person finishes reading the fine print on the shampoo bottle. Better yet get behind the spot when two people meet and are oblivious to the fact that they are holding up people while they discuss such matters of importance as the various usages of Preparation H, Vaseline and Platinum Blonde hair coloring. Sometimes I think Jerry Springer is having auditions in the store. How about the family out on a shopping spree that doesn't know what single file is all about. So you have Bubba, Violet, Bubba Junior and an Inlaw or two that seem to be some form of defensive line doing a sweep down the aisle.
We've all seen it. Heaven forbid if you give them a different amount of money once they open the cash register drawer. If so, you're done for and may have a meeting with the most feared of all creatures: The Customer Service Representative or.... The Manager. During the meeting you will be secretly photographed, tattooed with a infrared reflective symbol and your Visa card will be everywhere you want to be. But then I get in the line with the older lady at the register and from my $12.37 purchase I hear: "$12.37, $13.00 and seven makes twenty. Thanks and I hope you have a great day." She didn't need the register to indicate to her how much money to return. There is still hope for analog intelligence in a digital world.