You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone...

The following conversation took place about an hour ago, at my local Safeway:


Clerk (holds up carton of eggs): Do you want to get a dozen instead of these two half-dozens? The half-dozens cost twice as much.

Kezza: Ummm... that is a dozen.

Clerk: No, this is two half dozens, see? (Points at two bar code stickers, and hash mark across the top, used for cutting said dozen in half.)

Kezza: Can't you just ring that one in as a dozen? (Points at "dozen" bar code printed on carton.)

Clerk: Nope, the register won't let me. Do you want me to get someone to grab a dozen for you?

Kezza (looks at the dozen he has in his hand, confused; Looks at line apologetically): Sure, I guess.

Other customers in line also making confused faces. Clerk pages for help. Help arrives.

Clerk: William, can you go get a dozen instead of these two half-dozens? (Hands William carton of one dozen eggs. William also looks somewhat confused, but leaves.)

Five verrrry long minutes later, William arrives with an identical carton of eggs, minus two barcode stickers. There are now 5 people in line behind Kezza. Everyone is still confused. Clerk scans barcode printed on carton and Kezza leaves with "Twilight Zone" theme stuck in her head.