This morning, I went to the grocery store to pick up a few prescriptions and food items. As I was checking out and the bag boy (150-year-old man) was bagging my purchases, the cashier began scanning the next persons (Man) items before mine were bagged and pushed them down close to mine. After I got home, my wife asked me why I bought fried chicken, and I told her that I had not bought fried chicken. I checked my receipt and sure enough, I had not paid for fried chicken. I can just about see the reaction of this guy's wife when he returned home without the chicken. She says, where's the chicken? He says, well I put it in the cart, I don't know what happened to it after that. Then all hell breaks loose, a flood of abusive comments is directed at him, questioning his sanity and dependability. I feel bad for the guy, but that was some of the best fried chicken I've ever had in my life!