“Does your cat like that?”
The question barely penetrated my consciousness because I was busy looking up PEPPERS–JALAPEÑO. So she repeated it.
“Sir, does your cat like that?”
She was pointing at the bag of dry cat food sitting on the out tray.
“Yeah,” I said wondering where this was going.
A few moments earlier she had noticed me turning the parsley over in my hands looking for the four-digit produce code. She had come over and punched in the code from memory. I had thanked her and reckoned that our interaction was at an end, but there she was asking about my cat food.
“I use Purina,” she volunteered.
“Mm,” I responded as I picked up the cat food and my bag of other groceries.
“I’ll have to give that a try,” she said nodding at my cat food.
I walked away. I’m sure she was just being friendly, perhaps even trying to relieve the tedium of watching over the self-checkout lines, but if I had wanted human interaction, I would have waited in line for a cashier.