So after work tonight I needed to run across the street to Big Grocery Store and grab some essentials for me and the cats. I got my stuff and went to the open register; the guy manning it had been through my store earlier in the evening. "Ha-HA," he said, "you're on my turf now."
The supplies scanned, and I went to swipe my card through the reader. After I did so, it asked "$10.74. Is total OK?"
"No," I blurted, all appropos of nothing.
"What?" said the young cashier.
"It asked me if the total was OK. It's not. $10.74 is just whack for some TP and a bag of cat litter. I'll give you $6.25."
"What that means is..."
"Okay, I can go $6.75."
"No, what it's aski..."
"Alright, $7.15 and not a penny more. That's my final offer; take it or leave it."
"But that's not what it means!"
And this after I'd scanned my Customer Tracking Device. Oh well, once they plug the data into the computer, they'll probably figure out that there is no "Seymour Butts" living at "1122 Boogie Woogie Avenue"...