One of my stranger experiences as a cashier was watching someone waiting to be checked out change their mind and start trying to abandon some ground beef among the candy bars at the checkout. Apparently handing it over to me didn’t occur to them. At least when I pointedly offered, “If you don’t want that I’ll take it.” they handed it over.
I love winter. Cold, dark, and snowy are my jam. To be fair this may be an ingrained coping mechanism from growing up in Alaska.