First, why are you in the express lane when you’re writing a check? That’s just annoying.
Second, cashier woman, here’s how our conversation could have gone:
HER: Did you find everything okay?
ME: No, because apparently nobody wears shorts that cover their buttocks anymore.
HER: Oh! These sandals are really cute. I love them.
ME: Thanks? I designed them. Oh wait, no, I bought them at this one store… Um, Target. Thanks for validating my taste.
Seriously, what do you say at a checkout when someone squeals and says “I love these!” over something you’re buying? “Thanks,” seems weird because they’re not really complimenting me on anything. “I know,” doesn’t seem to fit either. “Me too,” seems pretty repetitive, considering I’m buying them. I can’t really tell them where I bought them or what a great find or deal they were. I chose, “Yeah, they’re really cute!
Or at least they were until a 50 year old balding woman took a liking to them.”