At the store today, in the “Express” line when the lady ahead of me asked for the price of the Fig Newtons she had on the conveyer belt. The clerk tried to scan it but didn’t work so he asked bag boy to check the shelf. She had a few more non-fig items that he started to ring up but took a while for the hapless bag boy to return with the details. I couldn’t hear the price, but she made a face like she was chewing on a wasp, and she shook her head indicating that she didn’t want it. All that time wasted. What was the price, $750??