Cashier charges by the pound Small grocery store. Second in line. Cashier is a fatty. He has no idea what he's doing.  He needs help from another cashier, who actually knows what she's doing.  He has to ask her what type of chiles these are (so many kinds of chiles).  The customer has to point out the large, red stickers he missed - the ones that say 30% off.   He has to spend the next five minutes trying to undo that charge and give the discount. The worst part?  He weighed and rang up some cranberries but had his damn gut on the counter.  The woman assisting him had to redo it and tell him not to "lean on the counter" (aka, watch your damn fupa). We waited for at least five minutes before giving up and going to another line that rang up a half dozen people in the same amount of time.