Beep. Slide. Bag.

Beep. Slide. Bag.

Beep. Slide. Bag.

“Ma’am. Ma’am.” Your eyes slowly drift up. The just past middle age woman jerks back as the full weight of your ‘two years of college debt and nothing to show for it’ dead stare drives into her. Alas, the just past middle age woman’s eyes do not begin to pour blood, and her face twists.

Beep. Slide. Bag.

You grunt, and the woman accepts that this might be the limit of your vocabulary.

“Ma’am. Miss. Those eggs. Those eggs were on sale, miss.”

Beep. Slide. Bag.

Your gaze, choked lifeless by customer service, sweeps over to the carton of eggs.

> Pick up the eggs. Move them back, then drop them.
> Pick up the eggs. Move them back. Smash them down.
> Pick up the eggs. Move them back. Charge her full price again. Don't remove the original charge.