Strangely enough, the stars remain the same due to some friendly gals there who are hardworking, but last night takes the cake. Or should I say the medicine? Once again, a cashier bagged something and did not hand it to my husband. He caught this mistake when he was already in the car. «Why?», I ask. I mean, I know«why». The cashier was hittin’ on Joe Bob, who was next to my husband, and who did not seem to have an ill child waiting at home for him. How hard is it to bag stuff and to then hand it over to the customer while pipe dreaming? Listen, Joe Bob, if she was rude to my husband(she was), then she will be rude to you, too.