Well, @johnpowell, at least you have her name.
I have a broccoli story that I’ve already told, so I won’t repeat it here, but I also have a cashier story that might help you one of these days. (And maybe not for decades, so keep it in mind.)
I was shopping at the local Walmart Superstore, where I buy most of my groceries these days, but it was a pretty busy day, and when I got to the checkout the lines were all packed. So I just stood in line with everyone else as the cashier kept ringing up and bagging people’s goods and checking them out. She was an older woman (and take it from a 63-year-old; when I say “older woman”, she was damn ancient) and she was obviously tired from being on her feet and dealing with all of these folks. But she was quiet, and pleasantly, patiently working it all.
When it got to be my turn she greeted me wanly and apologized for how long I had had to wait. She must have been saying that all damn day. I explained, “That’s okay. It’s always my strategy to get in the line for the prettiest cashier, and then I don’t care how long it takes while I get to watch her.”
That caught her off guard. But she was quick, and in the second that it took her to realize what I had said she just blushed, looked down, and sort of batted my comment away with one hand. But when she looked up again … oh, boy, if you could have seen that smile. She really was the prettiest girl in the place then.
Oh, and you can probably pick up remnants and pieces of broccoli at the bottom of the bin, too. If you bag those and buy them, they’ll be making money off what would have been trash.