You’ve Been Made, For The Gatorade

I’m bagging a lady’s groceries when she suddenly realizes she’s left her card in the car. Ugh

Customer: “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere!”

She dashes out, leaving me with a growing line behind her. I start bagging her stuff to move things along when one of my coworkers, a floor stocker, wanders over.

Coworker: “Hey, did you scan the stuff at the bottom of her cart?”

Me: “Yeah, I got it all.”

Then I glance down. Sitting right there is a huge pack of Gatorade she never mentioned. It’s awkwardly positioned behind another large item… almost intentionally.

When she finally comes back inside, I point to it.

Me: “Did you still want the Gatorade as well?”

Customer: *Innocently.* “Where did that come from?”

There’s an awkward pause.

Me: “…From your cart, ma’am. The one you pushed in here. The one you’re currently holding.”

Customer: *Face goes red.* “Must’ve forgotten.”

I scan it without her complaining, and she finally pays and hurries out.

Coworker: “Imagine forgetting twelve pounds of Gatorade. My spine remembers just looking at it.”