Anyway, I went to the register, again with the hands squeezing and turning me to indicate where they wanted me to go. The unseen hands must have been emboldened by the apparent apathy of my fellow shoppers, because as the cashier rang up the first bundle of rope, a plastic bag opened by itself and the bundle floated in. The cashier scanned the second bundle and turned, noticed the first one had already been bagged, shrugged, and put down the second. She didn’t turn back, though, so she actually saw the second rope bundle float into the bag by itself. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I definitely didn’t her to just roll her eyes and sigh, “Whatever.”
I was shocked. “Didn’t you just see that?” I sputtered.
“See what?” she asked dismissively.
“The stuff floating into the bag,” I said, not believing she could be so nonchalant about something that wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Yeah, so?” she said, as she continued scanning my stuff.
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
“Why should it?” she countered. “It had to be bagged anyway, right? Why should I care if I don’t see who’s doing it?”
Not wanting to believe her reaction, I repeated as if to a small child, “You don’t see who’s doing it because there’s no one there!”
She sighed hard and gave me my total. I gave her the money, but when she turned to key in the amount I had paid, the keys moved by themselves and the drawer opened. The cashier just stood there, hand open, as the bills floated into their assigned places in the register. My change floated up from the register tray and into my hand, and the register closed.
“Alrighty then,” the cashier intoned, then turned to me and with a slight hint of a smile, said, “Thank you for shopping at Home Depot. Have a nice day.” She just watched with a curious look on her face as my bags lifted themselves and floated into my shopping cart, which began rolling towards the entrance of the store by itself as the unseen hands led me out.
I glanced back, not quite sure I had seen what I had just seen. The cashier, for her part, just shook her head and said, “I’m open over here,” to a customer waiting on another line.
The hands led me back to the van, alongside the self-propelled shopping cart, to the apparent surprise of no one. At least, no one seemed to react, if they noticed at all.
The bags floated into the van, after which I was lifted in. When the van arrived back at the house, all the SuperSoaker packages tore themselves open as they floated free of the van. Each was then filled by a waiting water hose. I tried to get out while this was going on, but the hands wouldn’t allow it until all the SuperSoakers and water pistols were filled. The balloons, though, floated up out of the bags but continued into the house rather than joining the waterguns. I fully expected the waterguns to attack right then, but I didn’t expect it quite the way it happened.