Clara Grace waited in the Hobby Lobby checkout line with her daddy more or less patiently on the afternoon of Thursday, October the twelfth. Curiously, the toddler slipped under the chain and into an abandoned cashier’s station. Her daddy watched the little girl closely but didn’t see anything in too much danger at the moment.
“Good afternoon,” Clara Grace’s daddy heard the cashier from his line announce cheerfully and realized she was addressing him. Just as he was about to swipe his card at the end of his purchase, a sound from the abandoned lane caught his attention.
“Hello, hello?” a confused voice inquired through the speakerphone.
Clara Grace stared wide-eyed at the unusual phone trying to remember which of the hundreds of interesting buttons had evoked this response. She couldn’t believe her luck, perhaps checkout lines weren’t really so boring after all. There was only one female voice which regularly spoke to her through such a contraption. She answered excitedly, “Hello, hello Nana!”
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