Another story from the Lawn and Garden section.
Older man asks about a sack of potting soil. He wanted to know the price and I couldn't find it in our supposedly handy-dandy product book.
So I broke the rules
and went to the back of the gardening area to get the price. It was far enough that I wasn't sure the scan gun (one of the clunky old ones) would work. I didn't want to have to scan, run back to the register, and then realize nothing had happened, so ... I picked up one of the bags (it's listed as 28.3L; no idea what that converts to), hoisted it over my shoulder, and headed back to the register.
Behind me ... incoherent babbling.
"Oh my goodness ... good heavens ... you didn't have to do that ... ay yi yi yi yi!!!"
The man grabbed another sack and followed me to the register. I don't know why, because once he learned the price, he grabbed a wagon, put the two bags on it, and went back to get four more.
Older man asks about a sack of potting soil. He wanted to know the price and I couldn't find it in our supposedly handy-dandy product book.
So I broke the rules

Behind me ... incoherent babbling.
"Oh my goodness ... good heavens ... you didn't have to do that ... ay yi yi yi yi!!!"

The man grabbed another sack and followed me to the register. I don't know why, because once he learned the price, he grabbed a wagon, put the two bags on it, and went back to get four more.

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