Travis, the checker at Target, was a very young-looking, very sullen boy.
He looked so young I wanted to ask him if it was summer vacation already.
He didn't speak to me at all. He put the change in my hands.
Travis: Sixteen dollars and seven cents.
Suebob: Thank you.
Waiting. Travis glanced up nervously.
Suebob: You're going to have to say "Thank you."
Travis looked at me in disbelief.
Suebob: Yes, Travis, I'm sorry, but it is part of the job. You're going to have to say "Thank you" to me.
Travis could not have looked more shocked if I had told him he was going to have to produce a monkey from his butt.
Travis, sullenly as only a Target checker named Travis can be: Thank you.
Suebob: Remember, I pay your wages.
Next up: calling young men "Sonny" and putting glass jars of water on my lawn to keep pooping dogs away.