Self Check Out

There are several things in the US that the kids are not used to since they are growing up in the ME. One of their newly found favorite things is the self check out line where we the customers get to scan items. Oh they thought it was great fun grabbing as many things as they could, placing it in a bag, by a bag, and back in the cart.

Imagine three pair of hands, all different heights trying to scan various items on a temperamental machine. Jihad from over the shoulder and high who kept confusing the scale for the groceries. Mariam from down below and her raspberries (which didn't cost me a small fortune unlike Saudi) who wasn't so easy to catch because it took me a minute to realize she was even there. And Leyna from inside the cart with every item that her siblings kept putting back in there instead of bagging.

The lady watched us from afar as the machine kept giving me error messages and the scale was on high alert confused as to what was being placed where. I wasn't sure who or what to yell at as too many things were happening at once. By the time I would straighten out the machine by pressing the right button and chased Jihad away Mariam would come from down below with her little hands holding tight onto a product scanning it several times. I was frazzled to say the least but the kids were having a grand old time.

Piece of advice never bring more than one product through the self check out line with more than one child when they are easily amused by small things in life.