Reply #46: I live in Texas [View All]

but was born and raised in New York City.

Everytime my mother comes to visit we have a scene (not so loudly) similar to yours at a cashier.

My mother starts in about how slow the cashiers are.

Meanwhile the cashier is talking to the young lady in front of us. "Shelby? Why you must be Sadie's little boy. Well look how you've grown. Say hi to your mm for me will you honey." And my mom is just steaming waiting in line.

One time we're standing there and the guy in front of us is buying a dozen eggs. The cashier tells him that he got the wrong eggs. The larger size is on sale and is actually cheaper than the ones he got. He was confused so she said, here let me get them, and she took his eggs and went to get the on-sale ones, and my mother just started smoking out of the top of her head saying, I can't beleive she left the register with people in line.

I try to warn her up front. Relax mom. Things are different down here and we like it that way.

Still funny to see though.