The over-friendly checkout lady was confused about our purchase, which is normal for Home Depot, but when she got to my last purchase, a small box of nails, she said "okay honey, now you can just scan that yourself there!" and pointed at her scanner.
a) You called me HONEY.
b) This is a full-serve checkout, which I thought meant FULL SERVICE, i.e. I don't have to scan my own items through.
She babbled on and on about the Olympics while I used the debit machine, and didn't offer to bag my smaller items.