It was my turn to the box (I was the last). The cashier asks not to be taken after me, and asks to put a sign “the box is closed.” He disconnects the cash number and begins to break my goods. Suddenly, from anywhere to come, a lady with a full cart, decent in sight, removing the sign, begins to make purchases. The cashier says that the box is closed and indicates that the neighbor is working, where there is also only one person. A woman’s voice from the 90s:
I’m a client, I’m right, you’re working until I say you’re free.
I am lady:
I’m a customer too, and I’ll be right if I call you a consumer.