Unexpected Haunting In The Bagging Area
I’m grabbing a few things from the local store on New Year’s Eve. I’ve gone early before any last-minute rushes. The self-checkout machines are scanning super slowly, and then they totally crash. The other customers all seem to have the same issue. We look around for the attendant, but there doesn’t seem to be one.
I walk up to the customer service desk to see a worker there on the phone. At first, I wait a moment out of politeness, but then it becomes apparent that this is not a work call:
Worker: “So what time are we getting to the party?”
Pause.
Worker: “No, girl, that’s too early.”
Me: “Ahem.”
Worker: “What are you wearing?”
Me: “Excuse me.”
Worker: “No, I’m at work.”
The worker looks up at me, and we make eye contact.
Worker: “It’s okay. It’s totally dead here…”
Me: *Loudly.* “I’m not a ghost!”
The worker tuts and says she “has to go” to her friend. I tell her about the self-checkouts and point to the area that is now ballooning with waiting customers. The worker’s eyes bug out, and she calls a manager over to fix it.
