Her items had all been checked through, the sums totaled, and the careful order in which she’d placed the items on the belt little more than a memory.
The pony-tailed casher with the overabundant bangs snapped her gum behind her plastic face shield. “Got any coupons?”
Sharice dug through her purse, pawing through three old cloth masks (now considered déclassé with the latest COVID protocol revisions), several used Kleenex, a tube of Passion’s Memory Urgent Returns Red Lipstick that she hadn’t gotten to use in two and a half years, a melted pack of Cinnamon Trident, two pairs of reading glasses that she was sure she’d lost, and her checkbook; the envelope stuffed with coupons for redemption were nowhere in the vast cavern of her purse.
“I must’ve left them on the kitchen counter,” Sharice mumbled, plunging her hands deep into the pockets of her rain jacket. “Oh, hold up…they’re right here!”
The growing line of customers behind grocery shopper Sharice began to shift and grumble as she pulled the coupons from the envelope, and one-by-one, laid them on the scanner under the cashier’s gimlet eye.
“I’m so sorry, but I forget to bring my credit card and I’ll have to write a check,” she laughed nervously, right before the crowd surged.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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