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, “Please wait.”
