Seriously, another cashier story.

Let me set the scene for you:

I'm in line at the grocery store. There is a man infront of me who looks suspiciously like Stanley Hudson from The Office. The man's grocery items are being scanned by the cashier.

Stanley looks as me and says "Oprah's gotten pretty hefty, huh?" I glance at the tabloid he's holding, smile and nod in his direction, and continue unloading my items onto the belt. After I finish unloading my groceries, I have no choice but to stand there and wait. Stanley's groceries are still being scanned by the cashier. No one is talking.

All of a sudden, Stanley says, "Today is my mother's birthday." The cashier looks at Stanley, smiles and says, "That's great. Tell her I said happy birthday."

Stanley awkwardly replies, "Well, I would. But she's dead."

The teenage cashier is obviously caught off-guard and mumbles an apology. Stanley then says, "Don't worry, I was just kidding. Well, not totally. She is dead, but I'll give her your message."

Oh my.