We were at Walmart last night doing some grocery shopping after a very busy day. I usually like to do it before dinner but there was no other option yesterday. So it was 7 pm (Eddie's bedtime), and I was in line waiting at the checkout. It must have been the slowest cashier in history, because it took a full twenty minutes for her to get through the three orders ahead of me, and they weren't very big. I, on the other hand, had a huge order.
I figured with all the price matching I had to do it would be best to let the people behind me go first. On any given week, I price match at least 70% of my groceries (hey, it saves me at least $50 each time, so I'm justified). The two customers behind me were talking about how slow the cashier was and getting a bit irritated, so since Eddie was being an angel, I let them go first.
They asked if I was sure and I told them that I had a lot of price matching and my order was twice the size so it made sense. If Eddie was screaming I don't think I would have been so gracious, but my baby was good so I was able to be nice.
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