Family, Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Writing

Checkout

I cling to my purse, hesitating at the checkout. These are not luxuries that I am purchasing, but necessities for my family.

The woman in queue behind me huffs with impatience. I turn slightly, give a wan smile. ‘Sorry,’ I say.

‘Can you just pay? I’m kinda in a hurry.’

‘Of course.’

I’m trying to remember the balance of my account. $250. Or maybe $150. Either way, once I pay for these groceries, I’m left with an amount that won’t sustain us till next payday.

‘Come on!’ the woman says.

I offer my card to the checkout operator. Sweating. Heart racing.

Seconds pass like minutes.

Declined.

My face flushes red. I can feel the woman’s frustration pulse off her body.

I start to hand items back for the checkout chick to delete from the list.

‘Just a minute,’ the woman behind me says. ‘Let me buy this for you.’

I shake my head.

‘I insist.’ A beat. Her eyes turn from flashing anger to kind. ‘Please. We’ve all been in this position where the necessities are not affordable.’

And before I can answer, she nods to the operator to scan the deleted items again, hands her card over and pays for my groceries.

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13 thoughts on “Checkout”

  1. I have done that a few times (and also a bit of the huffing and puffing lol)
    I like the feeling and the karma that giving for no return or expectations gives, Wonderful Linda. Thanks for joining in 🙂 🙂

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      1. I have been lucky enough to be able to pay at the checkout even if it involved adding up as I placed items in the trolley. The last time was a little boy, around 12, sent to the shop for bread and milk but didn’t have enough. He had a handful of coins to pay and looked distressed at not having enough. It was 50c well spent by me 🙂

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