Oh how I’d I love to stay and chat, but my ‘have to get done immediately’ list is long today. I’d love to tell you about my Costco day yesterday because it was loaded with people stories. There’s nothing quite like going to busy public places to get immersed in people watching. You do that, too, I’ll bet.
Well, okay, just one story. It is about the checker. No, wait. Two stories. The other one is about the receipt checking lady.
Costco was busy, as usual. I had a cart FULL of stuff. It’s always a little embarrassing when I have a really full cart because I feel like I’m holding everyone up from getting through their really long list of things to do. Oh well, that’s the chances you take when you go to Costco.
Anyway, I got in a line and was patiently waiting my turn to start unloading my cart. I got about three items on the conveyer belt then noticed the woman behind me with only about 5 items in her cart. I can’t figure out why on earth she would have gotten in line behind someone who was obviously going to be there for a while checking out. I took my stuff back off of the conveyer belt and invited the woman behind me to go ahead of me since she only had a few items. She looked shocked, but thanked me several times and went ahead of me through the check out.
Do that for people some times. It will brighten their day.
Fast forward two minutes. The checker is now scanning my items. I think that she had gotten through about three items when she suddenly stopped and started molesting the very soft blanket that I was trying to purchase for my mom. “Oh! Isn’t this a wonderful blanket!” she exclaimed. Then, she left her till and walked back to me with the blanket in her hands.
“Wouldn’t this look so great if you took some fabric and sort of decorated it? You could put extra pieces here and here and kind of add to it.”
I think I kept the stunned “hey, get back to the till and finish ringing up my order and quit molesting my mother’s blanket” look off of my face. I said, “Umm, yes, I can see that that would make a very interesting addition to the blanket.” Actually, I may have just said, “Umm…oh…yes.”
The checker kept yakking on and on about what changes I could make with the blanket and THEN she asked me plaintively if I thought that maybe it would be too much to add more fabric to the blanket. And THEN before I could answer she launched in to how flannel would work really great, but would it make the blanket too heavy, probably not if you used it in the right places, and, you-know, make it like a sandwich or a cover with the flannel, but no other a fabric would work as well as flannel because the blanket was so soft already and you wouldn’t want to take away from the softness by using the wrong fabric.
I’m thinking that maybe someone could be the new poster-person for adult ADHD.
Before she had finished checking out my purchases (and had intermittently readdressed the blanket a few more times), I had learned the following:
- her son was going to have back surgery at Primary Children’s Hospital (she also stated the name of the doc and asked if I knew him personally). She told me all about her son’s medical problems with six vertebrae.
- her packer/helper/cart-loader person had called in sick that day and she had been working alone and she was really ticked off because the store was short-staffed
- she had a medical excuse from her doctor because her hands have ‘over-use syndrome’ (at which point I wondered if maybe she could get a medical excuse for her mouth for over-use-syndrome and maybe would have to stop using it so much)
- because of the medical excuse she was not supposed to be working alone
- she had bought a grey sweater just like the white sweater I was buying, but her husband said it looked like an old-lady sweater and she had said ‘Hey!’ when her husband had said it looked like an old lady sweater, but he really didn’t mean anything bad because he thought that the sweater looked good on her but he was just saying that it reminded him of a sweater his mother would wear…
- she thought her boss better watch out because since she had a medical excuse about her hands and if they got worse then it would open things up for a lot of trouble for (insert name of boss here) because he had sent her out to her cash register to work alone with no one to put the stuff in the cart after she had scanned it
Finally she handed me my receipt and stepped towards the end of her check-out stand to wave good-by and wish me well. I needed sustenance after my encounter with this well meaning, but decidedly confused woman. A Very Berry Ice Cream something from the snack bar filled the bill and I was soooo happy that I had chosen to get it by the time I got through my next adventure…getting out of the store.
Costco must treat their employees very well because I have seen the same people working there for years, particularly the people who are responsible for checking the receipts and actually allowing you to leave the store. Their faces and personalities are very familiar, as are their styles of receipt checking. I like these people, even better than I like the Walmart greeters. HOWEVER, yesterday there was a new receipt checker person. She did not smile. She was not happy. She was a receipt marking, cart checking Nazi. She looked me up and down and gave me the stink-eye. She looked at my receipt from top to bottom then from bottom to top. After she gave me the stink-eye a couple more times she began checking each item in my cart against the ones listed on the receipt. She lifted items so that she could see what was underneath each one. And gave me the stink-eye some more. I looked over at the other receipt checker. I like him. He checked out 193, 652 people while I was standing there with receipt Nazi. I finished my very berry ice cream thingy, pushed back the cuticles on all ten fingers, gave birth to triplets and raised them to adulthood, sewed flannel onto the blanket I was buying for my mother, and greased and oiled all of the wheels on all of the shopping carts at Costco before receipt Nazi took the cap off of her black Sharpie. I waited an eternity while she raised the marker to the receipt. But, did she draw a black mark down my receipt? NO!!!!! She gave me the stink-eye one more time, laid the Sharpie against the paper, glared at my cart and s l o w l y dreeeeeew aaaaaaaaaa maaaaaaaaaaark dowwwwwwwwwwn mmmmmmmmmmy receipt. The triplets all married and started having babies by the time the woman handed me my receipt.
I would have laughed hysterically as I walked out into the bright, beautiful sunshine, but the way my Costco adventure was going, I would have been the one to get hauled away to the State Hospital and given heavy medications.
Okay, so here is a great recipe for Roasted Lemon and Garlic Chicken. YUM!
Roasted Lemon and Garlic Chicken
Recipe by Terri @ that’s some good cookin’
- 1 whole chicken, quartered (2 breast/wing portions and 2 thigh/leg portions)
- 5-6 largeish cloves of garlic
- 2 lemons
- olive oil
- poultry seasoning (I used the Spice Hunter brand–really, really like their herbs and spices)
- 5 rosemary sprigs
- Preheat oven to 375-degrees F.
- Peel garlic cloves. Cut into thin slices lengthwise.
- Cut one of the lemons in half crosswise. Cut the other lemon lengthwise into wedges to serve as a garnish or for serving to those who want an extra squeeze of lemon.
- Rinse chicken and pat dry. Place on a baking sheet to contain the chicken while it is being prepped.
- Pull back the skin on each chicken quarter to expose the muscle. Do not remove the skin completely.
- Drizzle olive oil over the chicken. With your fingers or a pastry bush, completely rub the oil over the chicken, getting any parts that may be hiding under the skin.
- With the muscle still exposed, season, to taste, with salt and pepper.
- Squeeze the juice of one lemon over the chicken pieces. Reserve the spent lemon halves.
- Place garlic pieces randomly spaced on the chicken.
- Pull the skin back up over the chicken, covering the seasonings and garlic pieces.
- In the bottom of a 9″ x 13″ baking dish, coat the dish with a little more olive oil.
- Carefully place the prepared chicken pieces in the baking dish and lightly spread a bit of olive oil on the skin. Sprinkle chicken pieces with poultry seasoning.
- Cut the spent lemon halves into quarters. You should have eight pieces of lemon. Place them randomly around the chicken quarters.
- Place the rosemary sprigs randomly around the chicken quarters.
- Bake for 45 minutes – 1 hour or until a thermometer inserted into the thickest part of one of the breast pieces reads 165-degrees F. Do your best to not over-cook the chicken; check it after 45 minutes. Definitely do not under-cook it.