My wife is pregnant and pretty far along. She’s matching the stereotype and getting all kinds of cravings at all kinds of times. One night at around 11:00 pm, she gets a craving for cheese sticks, salami, peanut butter, and a very specific chocolate and peanut butter candy.
I head to the store to pick up the items. I know from experience that when she asks for that candy, it’s going to be a rough night for my wife, and we won’t be going to bed any time soon since I want to stay up and help however I can. Knowing we will be up, I decide to pick up a bottle of a certain beer I like that happens to be a chocolate stout.
I go to the checkout, and the cashier tries to make small talk.
Cashier: “How are you this evening? Getting some midnight snacks?”
Me: *Chuckles* “Something like that. I got sent on an urgent run.”
Cashier: “Quite the mix you have here. This all going in one dish?”
Me: “No clue; this is just the list I got from my wife. Pregnancy cravings can be pretty random, I suppose.”
The cashier freezes in place mid-scan and gives me a glare like she is trying to make me spontaneously combust.
Cashier: “THIS IS BEER! HOW COULD YOU BE BUYING BEER?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT ALCOHOL CAN DO TO A CHILD?!”
The rant continues for quite some time without me being able to get so much as a word in. Eventually, I’m able to flag down another employee who looks like they might be a manager of some kind. He asks me what is going on, and I explain that I am just trying to buy groceries and the cashier is going off on a rant.
Manager: “[Cashier], why don’t you let me take over this transaction?”
Cashier: “BUT HE IS BUYING ALCOHOL FOR A PREGNANT WOMAN! HE IS TRYING TO POISON A CHILD!”
Manager: “Did you ever consider that maybe the beer was for him?”
After that, the cashier got a look of confusion on her face as if someone had just given a lecture on calculus to an eight-year-old.
Thankfully, I was able to pay and head home. I saw the cashier still working at that store later on but never anywhere near the registers.