I took a deep breath, sighing sadly and looking towards the door. Then I looked back at him. "It's such a shame," I said, shaking my head.
He gave me a startled look because I hadn't said anything--since I'm shy, I usually just stand there and smile inanely. "Uh, what's a shame?" he asked, in that tone of voice that said he really didn't know but was going to be polite to the customer in an attempt to prove that he wasn't being a nuisance on purpose.
"Oh just that I'm going to spend my last moments standing around in a grocery store," I said nonchalantly, shaking my head again.
"You're dying?" Now he seemed more interested in what I had to say, and I had to try very hard not to snigger.
"We all are," I assured him seriously, "In about twenty minutes."
"Oh yes, the world is going to end in twenty minutes. Did you know that?"
Apparently he decided it was not a good idea to mess with a crazy fat chick and magically the scanner began working, and I got checked out quite fast.
The really funny thing is, when I go to that store now, if I'm in his line, it's the fastest one...
Who loves doing things like that and wishes she had more bravado to do in other areas of her life...