You’re A Solid Ten (Dollars)

I’m a cashier at a large grocery store. I’m ringing through a middle-aged man and his son, who is around my age: early twenties.

Father: “So, do you like working here? Is it a good job?”

Me: “It’s not a bad job. Some days are better than others, of course.”

Father: “And how much money do you make here?”

Me: *Slightly confused* “A little over ten dollars an hour?”

Father: “TEN DOLLARS AN HOUR?! Holy crap!” *Turns to his son* “She makes TEN DOLLARS AN HOUR! That’s way more than you make; you don’t make anything! You should get a job here!” *Pauses* “Better yet, just marry her!” *Back to me* “Will you marry my son?”

Me: “Umm…”

Father: “Because he really needs money and you make ten dollars an hour!”