Hardware Store

“How many items?” the cashier asks, looking at her screen in confusion, then at my purchases, then back to the screen. 

“I think it’s six,” I answer, because it is.

She adds then up again, and, satisfied at last with her answer, finishes ringing me up and hands me a receipt.

As I’m leaving, the young man working the other register flirts with her, teasing, “When the door opened, you totally got goose bumps, yes you did!”