(I frequently choose my checkout line based on which employee appears to be A) the most cheerful or B) the most interesting at the moment. If it's a tossup, Option B has the slight edge.)
Here you go,
as I placed my membership card on the counter.
he said briskly, in a manner which led me to believe he was either A) extremely efficient or B) having a not-so-good day and trying to shovel his irritation into aggressively scanning my items.
How's your day going?
he said briskly.
It's just fine.
Is Costco a good company to work for?
He stopped his brisk scanning to look at me directly:
That's a good run. Have they treated you well?
He nodded emphatically.
Five weeks of vacation a year. That's not including fifteen paid holidays. So are they a good company to work for? Absolutely.
he echoed himself, and shook his head, which seemed to mean the same thing as a nod:
They're one of the good ones. Couldn't ask for a better company to work for.
That's really cool.
I like to hear that. I think I'll keep giving you guys my business.
We finished up, and he finally smiled as I left.