Took Mom to Walmart. I turn away for a moment and I hear her saying "Ask my daughter, she's a hacker! She'll fix it!" and my eyes closed as I realized she had once again divulged my secret identity to the normies.

Begrudgingly, I approached the register and the stressed cashier.

Me: What's going on?

Cashier: Idk how to print the last receipt.

Me: Scan your card.

She does.

I look at the menu options.

Me: Tap Reports

She does.

Cashier: Print last receipt! There it is! You really fixed it!

It prints blank.

She appears crestfallen.

I nod for her to open the door and let me look at the printer.

Me: Tape is upside down. It won't print on the side that has the wording on it.

Cashier: It knows it's got writing on it?

There's a crowd forming now.

Me: No, I really don't know but I think the side with writing has less wax or whatever they have on the tape, and it won't print on it?

She flips it.

It prints.

Everyone cheers.

She bumps my elbow in thanks.

Cashier: Wow! Thanks! Can you teach the other cashiers?

Me: NO

I can't even get tampons with my mother in public because she's got a big mouth.

So not only is everyone informed on how to print a receipt and change label tape but is intimately familiar with my bodily functions.

Good Lord.