When I was a kid I dreamed of being a check out lady at the grocery story. It was before scanners, when each item's price got typed into the cash register. Really, I never stopped loving the idea of working a cash register and during high school I hooked myself up with a job at JCPenny. You've probably all heard from my mother at some point that I spent way more money than I made there. I finally gave that job up for an illustrious waiting position at the local PONDERGROSSA. Grossa indeed. The semi-deranged dishwasher there ate the little chunks of steak off of customers' plates as he received them.

I'm gagging right now thinking of it.

Anyhow, our cashier at Fairway let Mahalia push on some buttons while we checked out and she went ape shit. Check out the photos.