"Not again! What are these things called?"
I turned to find that the customers behind me don't seem to speak English, and have bought just a bag of fruit. And the cashier didn't know what they were, they didn't have those little stickers on them with the ID numbers, and she was desperately riffling through the book to find out how to enter them into the system.
Fortunately, the fruit had a distinctive silhouette, and I identified them immediately: some rather sorry looking rambutan. I spelled it out for the poor rattled cashier, and went back on my way.