Confession of a Cheater

I stood behind three people in line at the Target Customer Service counter last week. Two attendants serviced the customers in line. A third young lady behind one of the registers seemed free. A glance at the enormous bags of returns and exchanges of the people before me almost convinced me to leave and come back later. I only had two pants that needed the removal of the security tags. At the self-checkout the night before, I did not notice the…