I was at a local grocery store called "Food Lion" when the following conversation happened.
Cashier: Hi, howyou doin' today?
Me: I'm fine, thanks...how are you?
Cashier: I am tryin'a get out of here...now that summer's finally here.
Me: *thinking how it's still spring and it's only really been warm for about one week* Oh yeah?
Cashier: One customer tried to tell me that it's technically still spring and I wasn't tryin'a be smart, but I'm tryin'a have summer you know? Tryin'a get to the beach.
At this point in the conversation, a man gets in line behind me and I couldn't help but notice that he is wearing cut-off jean shorts and a cut off t shirt to match...then he had on scrunch socks and sneakers. He took the basket I was using and started hitting the cashier with it. Playfully, nothing serious. He kept messing with her, turning her light on and off, throwing pieces of paper at her, etc. So I figured they knew each other. He stopped long enough to start talking to me...
Tank Top Guy: Are you having a cook out?? With hot dogs and bread and ketchup? (what was being rung up at that very second)
Me: Yeah...just forgot a few last minute things.
Cashier: Why you tryin'a mess around so much? You know that's her basket.
Tank Top Guy: Oh...sorry.
Me: It's okay, I don't need it.
By this time, my transaction was done, I gave one last look at Tank Top Guy and one last look at my cashier and noticed that her name was TRYINA! No joke! Then, as I walked away, I heard the two talking to each other.
Cashier: And how are you doing today, sir? Did you find everything you need?"
Tank Top Guy...apparently, they aren't friends: Yeah, thanks.
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