25 Days of Christmas Blogging
The cashier rings me up and asks if I'd like a box.
Cashier: Ya just going to throw it at him?
Me (laughs): Yes. Here you go, here's your present.
Cashier (pretending to be me): And this is how much I paid for it. Actually, I paid less than that cuz the cashier had a coupon.
It was clear to both of us that I was jokesky about the whole thing and she was all regretsky about the bastard she had married.
Cashier: Yeah, you have to be married awhile before you start throwing stuff at each other.
Now, in my mind I'm thinking she means married for 25 years. You know, awhile. But then...
Cashier: Yeah, just wait until the second year of marriage and you'll be like, "I buy you crap all year, now I have to buy you something else for Christmas?"
Me: I've been married for seven and a half years.
Cashier (eyes bulging from her head): And you're not at that point yet?
Cashier: Huh. Well maybe your marriage will last.
I was overwhelmed with Christmas spirit, you guys. Over. Whelmed.
It kinda reminded me of that other story that took place at Macy's. You know, the one where the department store hires an old man to play Santa but a miracle occurs when he turns out to be the real Santa and inspires hope and brings joy to all.
My experience was just like that, but with less hope and joy and greater chance of divorce, apparently.