Napoleon Dynamite Marketplace
My wife and I shop at a vegetable and gourmet food marketplace. There's an interesting social dynamic taking place at checkout. The cashiers are all made up high school girls with an overabundance of attitude. The grocery baggers are all pimply faced dorks with uneven teeth. The girls barely acknowledge the existence of the baggers who are standing no more than 3 feet away. It is amusing to watch them whip the groceries past the scanner and towards the baggers as though this interaction with them, however minimal, was more than enough to make the girls nauseous.