My Dad

Picture the scene; I have half an hour left in my shift. The store is slowing down for the night. Both my cashier and myself have given up trying to clean the belt, and are just staring into space. Suddenly a deep voice right next to my ear barks "stand up straight".
A little aside, this is one of the worst parts of being a bagger. Their is a blind spot behind you were all manner of people can approach without being seen. The main result of this is myself wondering if its strange for the voices in my head to be asking were the bathroom was. But this is different, this is a command. I have a little flashback to a Sopranos episode were Tony tells a kid to take off his hat in a nice resturant. I turn around expecting to see the don of New Jersey and, whats there. My Dad, ladies and gentlemen, my dad. Scared my out of my mind.
He goes on to do his shopping and I finish my shift. I meet up with him at the deli counter, just as he finishes up,and we go to pay (remember, no employee discount). Good ol' Dad pulls up to the one lane without a bagger and gestures. I, in a totally not whining way, express my disbelief with a heartfelt "Are you ****ing kidding me!?". Obviously, he wasn't.
As I start to bag, I here a series of clicks, and look up to see a a laughing father with a cell phone camera. I'm telling you people, last time I ever go shopping with the fam.