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AQ and I were planning a trip, a long road trip, to places like Utah, Arizona. I was packing bags from the closet at my mom's house, my old bedroom. I wasn't finding everything I needed. I went to the grocery store and filled a shopping cart with food for the road trip, purchased everything, and then stopped at a coin counting maching and dumped Stephen's jar of coins in it. It amounted to almost $7 but the machine wouldn't pay me. I went to find a manager and in that time, the shopping cart of my purchases disappeared. I got angry. I approached three teenaged boys who looked to be the managers of this establishment. I was pissed that they appeared so incompetent. Finally, one of them came out from behind the service desk to help me, and I saw my shopping cart behind the desk. Relieved, I went and got it myself.