Checking Out

I went to Tesco's last night - about 9.30 - too late for me to enjoy it. I bought a packet of tea which bears my name. I thought that the box would be amusing at work. When I got to the checkout I noticed that the box was broken. "Can I leave this?" I said to the woman on the till. "It's broken". She said I could.
Half way through scanning my goods I noticed that she had stopped. I looked at her in a questioning way. "What's up" she said. "That's mine as well" I replied pointing to my stuff. "It's a bit piled up here" she said , pointing to my pile of unpacked shopping. "Oh yeah" I muttered in acknowledgement.
Whilst packing my shopping I told her why I had chosen and then rejected that box of tea. This story didn't make her smile. She asked if it was the last one and I told her that I didn't know but I wasn't going back now.
While I got my card out to pay she closed the till behind the next person. I didn't quite catch her at first when she told me to insert my PIN.
I said goodbye.