As I gathered together my grocery store purchases (void of any hints of buy-one-get-one-free), the 16-year-old cashier girl began scanning the selections of the customer behind me, a woman in her mid-forties.
Cashier girl held something up in the air with both arms. “May I ask what this is?” she said.
“Squash,” said the woman. “An acorn squash.”
“Oh,” said the girl. “I thought it was some kind of onion melon.”…