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Eva Bradley: Bags of checkout intrigue
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"Just count yourself lucky you don't have to train for a marathon, that REALLY puts a damper on your day," the woman replied.
Such was my surprise that a diminutive 40-something checkout chick was preparing to run 42km non-stop that my reply (YOU'RE running a marathon?!?!) came out sounding rather more rude than I'd intended.
Apparently, her boyfriend was going to join her. And since it was to be the first time she met him, she wanted to be in tip-top shape.
Forget the marathon. A boyfriend she hadn't met? NOW I was interested.
As the tomatoes were weighed, the frozens put into the trolley and the tinned goods beside them, I learned (thanks to a frank line of questioning that only a journalist could possibly consider appropriate) that she "met" him online, he lived overseas, he was arriving in October and they were very much in love.
Which might sound preposterous, but you can't knock these things until you've tried them. As I said to her, sometimes you can learn an awful lot more about a person when written words are your only tools.
But oh no ... they don't write ... they Skype.
So he sees her in person.
Which has the distinct disadvantage of requiring her to spend a hideous amount of time before every call putting on makeup, right?
Wrong.
She's 15 years older than him and he knows what he's getting and loves her for who she is, not how she looks.
I was starting to wish I had put more tins in the trolley. This story just kept getting better.
Aware of the pressure such a gap in age and social convention would put on her, I was in awe of her indifference to it.
As she handed over my receipt, I had a renewed respect for checkout chicks. I began to wonder just how curious and complicated the lives of all the people we deal with dismissively on a daily basis might be.
While some swear the automated checkout is the way of the future, it can't possibly compete with the entertainment being provided free in aisle five. The woman I'd just met had a life more interesting than a soap opera. I knew I'd be back for more.