She finally found her wallet and handed her card to the cashier. The woman laughed again. “Unbelievable. We’re all waiting for this?” Then the cashier looked up at my mother. She stared at her face for several seconds. “What’s your name?” she asked. “Margaret,” Mom replied, confused.
The cashier suddenly reached beneath the counter. Click. She locked her register and stopped the conveyor belt. “Nobody leaves.” The rude woman protested, but the cashier ignored her and called the manager. Minutes later, he arrived carrying an old cardboard box.