Better than getting left in line while she gets the onions
The stress of those moments left a weird impression. I’m very against splitting the party now when entering checkout territory.
You must gather your party before venturing forth!
This is what my mom did. By the time she got back everything was scanned waiting for payment and I’m just standing there with my thumb up my ass
I don’t know about your local customs, but where I come from, it’s actually considered quite rude to stimulate yourself thus in public. Especially if you lock eyes with the cashier as you do it.
(Me coming back with the wrong onions)
FOOL OF A TOOK!
I once came back with cabbage when lettuce was asked for.
I’m not the smartest person.
Child hood trauma resurfacing…
Little me using all my text adventure skills…
/West
/South
/West
/West
“You enter the vegetable isle”
/Look
“You see carrots potatoes and cabbage”
/Search onions
“Sorry I don’t know [onions]”
😰
“You hear a loud voice shouting”
