Bands with Pans: Dismemberment Plan

I really do think our cashier liked us.
I really do think our cashier liked us.

We arrive at the cash register to greet a totally green cashier. “It’s my first day at cash register,” he explains. He thinks the challenge is silly.

As the total climbs—pasta, grated parmesan, garlic, zucchini, heavy whipping cream, onions, lemons, basil, red bell pepper, cherry tomatoes, carrots, asparagus, collards—Travis yanks a lettuce head from the pile. Salad was a hopeful element to the final plate, but… “I need this anyway. It’s not for dinner, promise.” He holds up his hand in a fake boyscout honor way.


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