actual conversation

So I'm at the grocery store. The biggest and nicest one in Pete.

Among my purchases, I have a small bag of Bugles. We like them every now and then. Sometimes we crave crunchy foods.

My all-time favorite checker and manager, Paula M., who knows I have a sweet-salty thing, says, "Omigosh. Have you tried these with caramel?"

Me: "What did I ever do to you?"

She: "No no no! They're wonderful! They sell them at the Pennysaver. In the small bags. I had three today. You should try them! Okay, that'll be $34.27 please."

Me: "No. You were mean to me."

Stupid me. I wrote the check anyway. Yeah, a check! Take that, Slabby!