I like to see how fresh fruits and vegetables are nicely and neatly arranged. I even love to see processed food that comes in plastic or bottled packaging. Although, I avoid consuming that kind of food as much as possible.
 I am living proof that DNA has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years.
 My female ancestors used to forage for food in the bushes or forests, while my male ancestors hunted animals for protein.
And now here I am, foraging for food in the supermarket.
However, the supermarket was closing soon, and I had no time for leisure foraging. I quickly picked what I needed and rushed to the cashier. Unfortunately, the cashier with the attendant was already closed, so I had to self-check out.
Damn, I cursed myself for not learning how to self-checkout before. During our bus trip, we stopped for toilet breaks, which usually continued with buying coffee or snacks. There were some self-checkout machines, but I always preferred to go for a cashier attendant.
I prefer to deal with a living-smileless person than a soulless-cold-metal machine.
I peeked at the man next to me, who was doing a self-checkout for his groceries. It looked easy. All I needed was to scan the barcode.
I tried and failed. I repeated again and failed again. I knew I needed help.
Hoping for store attendants to help me was impossible. There were few of them, and they all were busy moving things around and preparing for store closing.
The only help I could get was from the man beside me, who had almost finished his self-checkout. I hesitated to ask for help since it was already late.
He might be very tired after a long day working. He just dropped by here to buy some groceries. All he wanted to do was go home, have dinner, and go to bed. How could I disturb him at this late hour?
Somehow, when he was about to leave, I poked his shoulder with the tip of my finger.
