Sally's lack of a "cook" renders her from time to time with the task of having to do it herself. Last night she was in one of her moods and had a craving for "sausage." She had the necessary ingredients in her kitchen except for some "olive oil" so that the "sausage" would not stick on the "grill pan," so she went to Walmart (the closest thing nearby with self check lines) to purchase some. After waiting in line for several minutes, Sally stepped up to the machine and scanned her "olive oil" only to find that the stupid machine rang up 500 of them instead of 1 and demanded that Sally pay 2500 bucks. So Sally was forced to either flee or call over the attendant person. Sally decided to flee, lest her picture and the story about it be published in next week's Enquirer or Star. However, the young man who was in charge of all the self scan stations came over and asked Sally what the problem was and that he didn't know why it was ringing up as 500 bottles of "olive oil" and then asked the manager over to fix the problem while saying as loud as he could (well it sounded this way to me) that "This lady is having a problem with the machine and it charged her for 500 bottles of "oilive oil" instead of 1." Meanwhile Sally was getting strange looks from the people behind her and saw the woman in the next lane snickering. Finally, I quickly said to cancle it then I walked out of the store as fast as I could.
Blowing out someone else's candle does not make yours shine brighter.