There are names that have been passed down through thousands of years which have powerful and deep-rooted meaning to their bearers. Other names have been adopted from other languages, cultures and from the big screen. They all have one thing in common. They are with us from birth until the grave and they are how we are known to everyone that we meet.
Theresa – The Checkout
‘Come on let’s whip into that lane over there.’
‘No, I am fine here, look the line is moving already.’
‘Are you kidding me?’ He glared at her in frustration. ‘We are going to be here till Christmas at this rate and the game starts in twenty minutes.’
She shrugged her shoulders. ‘It’s only football for goodness sake, just be patient.’
‘Patient, patient!’ Hands in pockets he made a face.
‘I came shopping with you didn’t I? He put a hand on her shoulder.
‘Come on Theresa, please we only have three items and that line is much shorter.’
She shrugged his hand off and took a deep breath.
‘She doesn’t like me.’
‘Who doesn’t like you?’
‘The woman in that checkout.’
‘Excuse me!’ He looked at her in disbelief. ‘What are you talking about?’
I have been through that checkout several times when I was in a hurry and each time she has made rude comments.’
‘Love, you’re losing it babe, big time.’ She glared at him.
‘Okay last time I went through that checkout with a pizza and ice-cream; she said that she could see why I was fat.’
‘You must have imagined it doll.’ Laughingly he grabbed her waist fondly. ‘I love every inch of you and you are not fat just cuddly.’
‘Alright, I’ll prove it to you.’ She turned and stomped off to the now empty check-out and waved the first item, which happened to be a packet of fish fingers, under the scanner.
A slightly metallic female voice spat out of the speaker. ‘Oh my, still picking the fat options I see.’
Theresa turned to her husband and gave him a glare…. ‘Well, do you believe me now?’
‘It must be a wind up… Candid Camera or one of those stupid programmes. Put another item through.’
Theresa put the two other items under the scanner one by one. The voice smugly pronounced. ‘That will be four pounds and eleven pence and half a stone madam.’
Fuming Theresa put her debit card into the reader and completed the transaction. She threw the offending items into her bag for life.
‘Okay Theresa let me have a go.’ Her husband picked up some gum from the stand next to the checkout and passed it under the scanner.
‘Hello handsome,’ spoke a silky sexy voice. ‘What are you doing for the rest of my life?’
©Sally Cronin 2015
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