Scanning the case of beer at the self-checkout set off the alert that someone was buying beer and we dutifully waited to show proof of age. The clerk couldn't get the scan to process, so he and I walked back to the beer aisle so I could show him the price sign. The conversation then progressed like this:
Clerk: "It's $10.99 a six pack."He then proceeded to carry a single six pack back to the register to run through the scanner, and down the conveyer belt, four times. I'm sure he'll have a story to tell about the drunks that bought a "whole box" of beer.
Me: "There's four six packs in the box."
Clerk, incredulously: "You just grabbed a whole box?!"
Me: "Of course."