I kid you not

I went to Costco early this evening to pick up my new glasses. Three people were working the optical counter. One was helping another customer, one was doing some paperwork, and one was emptying the waste basket. I caught the Waste-Basket-Emptier's eye and said I was here to pick up my glasses. She said I had to take a number from the machine on the counter. I scowled and muttered something about that making perfect sense, and took number 65. The WBE continued puttering around with the trash and put in new garbage bags in the bin. After a few minutes, she called out number 62, the number showing on the red LED display behind the counter. She and I looked around, but no I was the only one there. (It was near closing time) The WBE looked around a bit for the number changer remote control, finally found it, and clicked it while cheerfully calling out 63. Again we looked around. Same thing with 64. When she hit 65, I let out a whoop as if I'd just won the jackpot at the Muckleshoot Casino Bingo. I dutifully gave her my number and my receipt for the glasses. She dug out my glasses and gave them to me. I left, knowing that she was confident and secure in having done a good job by following all the rules, never realizing how ridiculous she really was.