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  • The Unspoken Rules of Grocery Store Checkout Lines

    The Unspoken Rules of Grocery Store Checkout Lines

    The Case of the Rogue Watermelon

    We’ve all been there. Standing in the grocery store checkout line, patiently (or impatiently) waiting our turn. Maybe you’re mentally calculating how many more items until it’s your turn. Maybe you’re engaging in some top-notch people-watching. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck behind me and my rogue watermelon.

    You see, I pride myself on being a fairly competent adult. I can parallel park like a boss and make a mean bowl of ramen. But grocery shopping? That’s where my inner child runs wild. I get distracted by shiny packaging, forget to grab the one thing I actually need, and inevitably end up with a wonky assortment of items tumbling haphazardly onto the conveyor belt.

    This particular day, the culprit was a particularly large watermelon. I’m talking “baby hippopotamus” large. Naturally, I’d placed it on the belt last, only to watch in horror as it proceeded to roll, menacingly, towards the unsuspecting cashier.

  • The Unspoken Language of Grocery Store Lines

    The Unspoken Language of Grocery Store Lines




    The Great Watermelon Standoff of ’23

    Okay, picture this: It’s a sweltering summer day, I’m craving nothing more than juicy watermelon, and I’ve finally snagged the perfect one. I triumphantly wheel my cart towards the checkout, only to be met with the dreaded… LINES. Multiple lines, all seemingly equal in length, a minefield of indecision. This, my friends, is where the unspoken language of grocery store lines comes into play.

    Choosing the Right Checkout Line: A Calculated Risk

    Choosing your line is like a game of chance, a gamble based on subtle cues and gut feelings. Do you go for the line with the single dad juggling a toddler, a dozen eggs, and a gallon of milk? Surely, that’s a recipe for disaster, right? Or do you brave the line with the sweet old lady meticulously counting out pennies? Every choice feels loaded, and the pressure is REAL.

    Then there’s the art of “line reading.” You start analyzing the contents of everyone’s baskets. The person with the overflowing cart? AVOID. The college student with a single bag of chips? Jackpot! You develop a sixth sense for spotting the express lane masquerading as a regular one. It’s practically an Olympic sport.