Actually, they saw her a lot sooner—she
pushed her cart past them as they stood in the self-checkout lane.
“I don’t trust those things,” she said with a shake of her
head.
“It’s automated,” Matt explained with a
laugh. “What’s to trust about it?”
But Mrs. K was adamant, and turned her nose
up as she went by, favoring a more traditional cashier-run lane.
“All I’m saying,” she started, but there was nothing after that and
Matt laughed again.
Vic placed a sure hand on his lover’s back.
“Come on,” he chided. “Leave her be.”
To be honest, he didn’t much care for the
self-checkout lanes, either. The damn machine talked constantly,
which Vic hated. And heaven forbid if he didn’t put the scanned
item immediately into a bag; the slightest hesitation prompted the
machine to scold, “P
