So I was at the grocery store yesterday, standing in line to check out. I heard a rather quiet voice behind me, “Are you ready?” It was so quiet, in fact, that I paid no attention to it. “Are you ready,” the voice repeated. I looked over my shoulder. And there he was.
Y’all, I swear, it was like I was looking at the James Bond of checkers. He seemed posed, and ready to either toss back a martini or stock some shelves. Either way, he was confident and suave.
I’ve never described a grocery store checker in this manner, and I’ve never seen this particular store employee before. But if I’m ever waiting in line there again and hear a subtle voice behind me, asking if I’m ready, I plan to twirl around quickly and say, “Well, well, well. So we meet again, Mr. Bond…”