sometimes, little dramas unfold at the cash register of the local grocery store.

a woman in her 60s had shopped a handful of groceries, and was looking at the receipt. she told the cashier that they had overcharged for the smoothie.

"why would she complain about such a cheap item?" i thought to myself.

she went to check the aisle and came back again, insisting that she saw the correct price.

the cashier, a young girl, calmly told her that she was looking at the wrong price tag.

the woman paced around nervously, and made a sound as if to speak, but only a sad trembling "uhm" came out, before she quickly walked away from the cash register.

"that woman must've been adding up the price of every item to make sure she could afford them, so she wouldn't get embarrassed at the cash register." i thought to myself.