Maybe you don't experience this, but when I get to the end of the register line at any store, I find I have some organizing to do: bank card back in place, receipt in my wallet slot for later recording, all items stowed securely in the cart, all items children have grabbed back on the shelves, wallet put away, sunglasses out, keys dug out from the recesses of my purse, quick head count...
They really need a little room or area or something for that at the end of each line.
Today we were at Hobby Lobby. In order to show the 201 customers behind me what a gem I am, I decided to pull my cart up before I began my Reorganization. And as an added gesture, I decided to get my children out of those 201 customers' way/earshot. I spied a cute little bench over by the cart corral.
"Please go sit over there," I ordered.
"Awww, Mom, are you going to take another picture of us?" Alex asked, exasperated, wondering what in the world was so special about a trip to Hobby Lobby that it must be forever memorialized.
"Well, no, I wasn't planning on it, but since you offered..."
Did I expect them to cooperate for a picture after that conversation, under those circumstances?
Well, no, but since they were good sports, there was nothing I could do but take them to DQ to share a Blizzard.