“I can take you now,” the cashier said.

I locked the phone and slid it deep into my pocket.

I pushed the cart forward and lifted the bread, the butter, and the cinnamon creamer onto the black rubber belt.

The cashier picked up a scanner, scanned each item, and put them into two thin plastic bags.

“That comes to fourteen dollars and twelve cents,” she said.

I took out my wallet and handed her a twenty-dollar bill.

She opened the register drawer, counted out my change, and handed me the coins and the receipt.