The film "Sestina for a Cashier", in which poet Dorit Weisman reads her sestina (a highly structured form) at a supermarket, follows a supermarket cashier's stream of consciousness, in which the bar-code numbers and item quantities mingle with scattered thoughts and worries.
Weisman’s film challenges the social order by giving center stage to a woman cashier, a generally anonymous presence in our lives. The monotonous reading of items and their bar code numbers brings us to understand the daily grind of people who perform the dull work of punching numbers and items into a cash register.