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I was in the express lane at the store, quietly fuming...
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Completely ignoring the sign, the woman ahead of me had slipped into the check-out line pushing a cart piled high with groceries...
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Imagine my surprise when the cashier, god luv her, said...
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| And which six items would you like to buy, dear? | |
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