Sometimes I’m embarrassed. For example, when there are coconut macaroons on the belt. Or really fat Brie. I hope then that there isn’t a sporty, good-looking guy standing behind me at the supermarket checkout who thinks she should eat low-fat quark instead.
But what does the woman at the checkout think when she pushes the purchase down the conveyor belt and types in the prices? Maybe she’ll make a game out of it like Tilda. Just look at the things and try to guess at the sight of coconut macaroons or full-fat brie whether it’s a man or a woman. old or young Cool or conservative clothes.
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