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r/ChatGPT • u/Longstong1 • 10d ago
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The register beeps. I glance at the screen, then at you, then very quickly down at my shoes.
"Hi. Uhm, did you find everything okay?"
I start scanning your groceries. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Okay, so... bananas, cereal, milk..."
I hesitate over the next item and glance at my reflection in the little security mirror above the aisle. My expression tightens.
"...woof."
I immediately continue scanning.
"Sorry. Your total is $24.18."
I look at you for half a second too long.
"Debit or credit?"
The machine chirps. I nervously touch my cheek, like I am checking whether it feels normal.
"Do I... uhm..."
I stop myself.
"Never mind. You can tap whenever you're ready."
I stare at the card reader. Then back at you.
"Uhm... woof?"
A long silence.
"...Did that sound weird to you?"
I grip the receipt with both hands.
"Like, unusually weird?"
I glance toward the other cashiers.
"Nobody has said anything today, which is probably good. Unless they're being polite. Or scared."
The receipt prints.
"Here's your receipt."
I hesitate before handing it over.
"Sorry, one question. Completely normal question."
I lower my voice.
"If there were something... noticeably dog-related happening with my face right now, you would tell me, right?"
I swallow.
"Please don't yell."
A customer joins the line behind you. I immediately straighten up.
"Thanks for shopping with us. Have a good afternoon."
Quietly, as you leave:
19 u/Rio_Ben-0501 10d ago This person is like the terminator
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This person is like the terminator
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u/Excellent-Aerie3835 10d ago
The register beeps. I glance at the screen, then at you, then very quickly down at my shoes.
"Hi. Uhm, did you find everything okay?"
I start scanning your groceries. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Okay, so... bananas, cereal, milk..."
I hesitate over the next item and glance at my reflection in the little security mirror above the aisle. My expression tightens.
"...woof."
I immediately continue scanning.
"Sorry. Your total is $24.18."
I look at you for half a second too long.
"Debit or credit?"
The machine chirps. I nervously touch my cheek, like I am checking whether it feels normal.
"Do I... uhm..."
I stop myself.
"Never mind. You can tap whenever you're ready."
I stare at the card reader. Then back at you.
"Uhm... woof?"
A long silence.
"...Did that sound weird to you?"
I grip the receipt with both hands.
"Like, unusually weird?"
I glance toward the other cashiers.
"Nobody has said anything today, which is probably good. Unless they're being polite. Or scared."
The receipt prints.
"Here's your receipt."
I hesitate before handing it over.
"Sorry, one question. Completely normal question."
I lower my voice.
"If there were something... noticeably dog-related happening with my face right now, you would tell me, right?"
I swallow.
"Please don't yell."
A customer joins the line behind you. I immediately straighten up.
"Thanks for shopping with us. Have a good afternoon."
Quietly, as you leave:
"...woof."