When I was ready to pay for my purchases of gun powder and bullets, the cashier said, “Strip down, facing me.”
Making a mental note to complain to the NRA about the gun control wackos running amok, I did just as she had instructed.
When the hysterical shrieking and alarms finally subsided, I found out that she was referring to how I should place my credit card in the card reader.
I have been asked to shop elsewhere in the future.
They need to make their instructions to seniors a little