A woman in line asked me if customers were taking numbers, gesturing to the oddly-shaped apparatus that spits out little pieces of paper with numbers.
I glanced over, noticing it for the first time, and said, "Oh, I thought that was outdated - something from the 1980s." I could not remember the last time I ever used such a device.
Without missing a beat, another customer in line said, "You must never go grocery shopping, because these are used at delis all the time."
Laughing, I said that I do go grocery shopping, but I don't go to the deli, hence my ineptitude at taking a number from the 1980s spit-out-a-number machine.
We all took numbers, and patiently waited in line.
After the woman in front of me had been served, she handed me a number on her way out, because she had taken several numbers when she first arrived at the bakery. The number she gave me was many numbers ahead of mine in the queue. I made it to the front of the line faster.
On my way out, I handed my original number, which had not been called yet, to the girl who was behind me in line, bumping her up in the queue.
Take a number.
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