I was at Borders Books in Manhattan purchasing some gifts for the holiday season. One of the items was a fancy, boxed wall calendar. The young cashier just couldn't get it to scan. So he pressed down and rubbed that bar code across the top of the scanner about a dozen times ... harder and harder, faster and faster. He finally broke out into a sweat and said, "Sorry this is taking so long."
He continued to rub and push, obliviously crushing the box with each pass over that damn laser beam.
"Hey", I muttered, "you're really doing a job on that box. It's a gift."
"Oh, man ... sorry about that. Let me get you a new one. What section was it in?"
Long pause.
"The calendar section, sir. The calendar section."
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