Not The Sharpest Knife In The Set

(The cashier is a young, handsome guy, who seems a little unsure of what he’s doing. In front of me in line is a clearly underage boy, maybe 14 or 15, with a kitchen knife in a sealed packet. I assume that this kid has been recruited by the police to see what the store does in the event that someone underage attempts to buy a weapon.)

Cashier: *looking at the boy, and then at me*

Boy: *looking at Cashier as if he’s thinking “Don’t do it”*

Cashier: *looking back at me*

Cashier: *looking at the boy* “That’ll be 15.99.”

Boy: *looking as if he’s hugely disappointed* “Okay.” *hands over change*

(As the boy leaves.)

Cashier: “Wait… you’re not with him?”

Me: “No…”

Cashier: “F***…”

(Because I knew what would happen, I stayed to help the cashier when the police came in about ten minutes later. He didn’t get into too much trouble because I helped to defend him. In the future, though, he should ask if the child is with their parent…)