Fingers Crossed They Were Joking

| Princeton, NJ, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Criminal/Illegal, Wild & Unruly

(I’m a supervisor at the store. Most shifts only have one cashier up front. I walk up to the front of the store during a closing shift.)

Cashier: “So the customer I just finished ringing up wanted to know how many fingers I have.”

Me: “… Sorry. What?”

Cashier: “Yeah. That’s what I thought, too, so I asked him what he said and he asked ‘how many fingers do you have?'”

Me: “What did you say?”

Cashier: “I asked him why he wanted to know. He told me he needed to know how many I had before he cut them off.”

Me: “…”

Cashier: “I’m kind of hoping I heard him wrong. But I don’t think I want to go outside by myself after we close.”

Me: “Yeah. We’ll leave the store together tonight, and I’ll make sure your ride’s out there before we do.”

Cashier: “Thanks! To be honest, I’m feeling really creeped out right now!”