Standing there waiting with thirteen items in my cart.
Big, bulky, beefed-up, mid-fifties ex-biker carrying three eighteen-packs of Bud Lite: “Looks like you got more than fifteen items in that cart.”
Me: (turning around so he can see the cane laying across my cart and the patch over my left eye) “Oh shit. I’m already on parole for that.”
BBB-UM-FE-B: (brief pause followed by belly laugh) “”Parole’. That’s a good one.Yeah. (another brief pause) Mind if I cut in front of you? I got someone waiting.”
Me: “Looks like you got fifty-four items.”
Waved him on through, but he stood there and thought about it for a second or two.
BBB-UM-FE-B: “Better not. I’m on parole too.”
And we exchanged a fist bump.