Communication in America

Standing in the back of the short queue formed alongside the jittering conveyor belt, I patiently wait for space to load up my groceries. The customer in front of me has very few items and absent-mindedly scrolls through his phone as the cashier rings up his food, reminding me of myself during waiting periods. The cashier rings up the customer's last item and asks, "Cash or Credit"? The customer, seeming confused, mumbles something incoherent. The cashier repeats the question and customer silently hands him cash, smiling. The cashier notices a pack of food left off to the side and assumes it belongs to the young man. "Would you like this in the bag, too," he asks, "or is this not yours?". The customer still does not understand him and looks from his bags to the food to the place where it came from, holding up two fingers then one. An awkward conversation ensues of smiles, pointing, and nods until the cashier realizes his mistake and finishes the custom...