I had to stop at the grocery store for a bag of peanuts today (the local blue jays were very disappointed that I had run out). Picked up a couple of rolls so we can have sausage and pepper sandwiches tomorrow. There were some nice looking grapefruits, so I picked up one of them as well. Go to the cashier–a pleasant young woman. She scans the peanuts. She rings up the rolls. And then she asks what the name of “that” is, pointing to the grapefruit. This is no funky produce like, say, a parsnip. It’s a grapefruit!
I could understand if she needed to clarify if it was a pink ($1.50) or red ($1) grapefruit. But she never inquired into that distinction. In fact, on review of the receipt she charged me for a red when I had in fact selected a pink.