Hi Pope...
Yeah, that's the one... just before the Gatso on the hill. I ride past there now and flip 'em the bird on every occasion... sad I know, but it gives me a small sense of satisfaction!
I have to say as an aside... the cashier in question was a right munter (straight hair and curly teeth, walked with a lisp and talked with a limp), can't see her having had 'any' for a lifetime - perhaps the reason behind her moodiness!
Keep it real...