Fleetin

Our customer was a man in his early 40s, accompanied by his 6 or 7 year old daughter, and his mother and father. Matt started ringing up their items. While I was bagging I listened to Matt talking and joking with the lively and interactive little girl.

"Can you hand me the onions please?"

"Sure" she responded with a smile, lifting the onions up to Matt's waiting hand above the scanner.

"Do you know what kind of onions these are? Are they white onions?"

"No," she said, starring at their red skins.

"Not white, huh. Are they, 'Blue Onions'?"

"No."

"Yeah, 'Blue Onions' doesn't sound right, does it?" Matt asked, smiling.

"No, I don't think so," her giggle and still constant smile exposing some missing front teeth.

I kept bagging their groceries and Matt totaled their purchase. The man swiped his credit card and signed the electronic touch pad. The register began patiently printing out the receipt—item after item marked, quantified, and priced—as the paper emerged, slowly growing longer and longer. The man moved over by his father, and his daughter joined him at his side. The register scored and cut the receipt and Matt handed it to the little girl. As she inspected it and put it on the counter, her grandmother lovingly said "Give it to Grandpa, honey." The man took the receipt, about to fold it and put it in his pocket when his daughter remarked, "Hey, you're not Grandpa!" and then after a slight pause, "But you will be soon." The grandparents chuckled and her dad looked down at her, smiled and said, "Someday."