Writer's Block: Clock Punching

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Aside from lots of babysitting as a teen and pre-teen, my first job was a cashier at Superfoods in Ozark, Alabama. That was back in the days when there were still paper foodstamps and cashiers had to hand punch in the price of each item. I was a senior in high school and I used the money to pay for my cap and gown as well as my graduation invitations.

overheard

I finally got my FL driver's license after only four trips to the office. Yay for bureaucracy!

I overheard this conversation in the next booth over:

Cashier: Would you like to be an organ donor?
Teenage boy: No, thank you.
Boy's Mom: You wouldn't?!
Teenage boy: Oh, wait. You mean after I'm dead? That's ok then.

This is one of the many reasons that I love the South. Even when he thought someone was asking him to give up his living organs, he was still very polite.