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What Price My Soul?

I stopped at Kroger on my way home from Bible study last night to return a movie (late) to redbox. The End of the Tour. It was good.

As long as I was there, I decided to grab a bunch of bananas, because yesterday my daughter mentioned nutella and, as soon as she did, the 2 and 1/2 jars of nutella in my pantry started begging for bananas. I bought a green bunch, since I gave up sweets for Lent…

And a red onion. Because I used the last of my red onion at dinner.

It was 9:00 pm and cashiers were scarce so I used the self check out. I typed in the code on the bananas, set them on the scanner and then bagged them.  Just as it should be.

Then I typed in the code on the onion, typed the quantity and placed it on the scanner. What? Cucumber? 79 cents?

I hit the button for assistance. No assistance was in sight. I waited. Still no one came.

Maybe I should just throw the onion in the bag and finish checking out.

I waited a bit longer.

Maybe I SHOULD just throw the onion in the bag and finish checking out.

I waited.

Just as I was about to throw the dang onion in the bag and pay, I saw a young woman in a Kroger smock approach. She was holding a scanning device.

“I must have punched in the wrong code because it came up cucumber.”

She voided my item and I re-punched.

Red onion. $1.65

Only 86 cents this time.

What a bargain.

#boughtataprice

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