“Uh...” the cashier hesitated as Tilda came down the
conveyor belt, holding her knees up to avoid the gum rack.
“I’m a can of beans,” Tilda said.
“I don’t... that’s not safe, is it?”
“What’s safe matter to a can of beans? Scan me.”
“You’re not supposed to point the beam at your eyes...”
“Scan me! I am a can
of beans! I will nourish my family! I’ll keep for years! Don’t eat me if I am dented! Scan me, you addled twit! Scan me now!
I’m beans!”
beep
The cashier consulted the screen. “Actually, you’re sugar-free caramels. On clearance.”
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