To help make ends meet, I work a second job at a grocery store. And since I've been there for two weeks, I've got a short list of types.
Sunday couple
Over the last two Sundays, there has been this elderly couple that comes in and picks up a few things. They walk around and say "It's shameful that they make them work on Sunday."
Now, I'm a Christian, and to an extent, I agree. I don't want to work Sunday, period, even if I'm not as church going as others. But like all of us here, I go to work when I'm scheduled.
So they walk past me today and say that, I stand up from stocking shelves and say, "While I agree with you, ma'am, the store wouldn't schedule us if there wasn't profit to be made. And there wouldn't be profit to be made if people didn't do their shopping on Sunday."
And I go back to stocking.
The Foreign Language speaker
You all know the type. The one who walks around the store, doing their shopping, chatting with someone in a foreign language, thinking they won't be understood by others. This time, it was a pair of what I assume was japanese teenagers, because that's what the language they were speaking. They were walking around, laughing at the "poor saps who had to work today."
I stand up from what I was stocking again, and say, in japanese, "I'm sorry you feel that way, young lady, but if we want to eat, we have to work."
And I go back to stocking.
Can you reach that?
I am six feet tall, so I'm used to reaching objects on high shelves for people. I have for most of my life. What bothers me is when a perfectly ambulatory person asks me to reach for something on the bottom shelf.
I have bad knees. I have to wear a knee brace on both knees in order to crouch down low without pain. And even with the knee braces, doing this too many times still kills my knees at the end of the day.
Now, I understand when the elderly need help. That's a given, and I help when I can, because eventually, I'm going to be in that same boat. But people in their 20s and 30s are asking me to reach something low? I'll do it, but I'm not happy about it.
Yelling at your kid over the phone
Today, I watched a woman walking around the store, yelling into her phone. And I mean yelling. I heard her from across the store when she came in. And you know who she was yelling at? Her teenage daughter. She was yelling at her daughter, over the phone, swearing while she was getting groceries, about her daughter being disrespectful.
Sounds like someone needs a refresher, because no one in the store wanted to hear that.
Sunday couple
Over the last two Sundays, there has been this elderly couple that comes in and picks up a few things. They walk around and say "It's shameful that they make them work on Sunday."
Now, I'm a Christian, and to an extent, I agree. I don't want to work Sunday, period, even if I'm not as church going as others. But like all of us here, I go to work when I'm scheduled.
So they walk past me today and say that, I stand up from stocking shelves and say, "While I agree with you, ma'am, the store wouldn't schedule us if there wasn't profit to be made. And there wouldn't be profit to be made if people didn't do their shopping on Sunday."
And I go back to stocking.
The Foreign Language speaker
You all know the type. The one who walks around the store, doing their shopping, chatting with someone in a foreign language, thinking they won't be understood by others. This time, it was a pair of what I assume was japanese teenagers, because that's what the language they were speaking. They were walking around, laughing at the "poor saps who had to work today."
I stand up from what I was stocking again, and say, in japanese, "I'm sorry you feel that way, young lady, but if we want to eat, we have to work."
And I go back to stocking.
Can you reach that?
I am six feet tall, so I'm used to reaching objects on high shelves for people. I have for most of my life. What bothers me is when a perfectly ambulatory person asks me to reach for something on the bottom shelf.
I have bad knees. I have to wear a knee brace on both knees in order to crouch down low without pain. And even with the knee braces, doing this too many times still kills my knees at the end of the day.
Now, I understand when the elderly need help. That's a given, and I help when I can, because eventually, I'm going to be in that same boat. But people in their 20s and 30s are asking me to reach something low? I'll do it, but I'm not happy about it.
Yelling at your kid over the phone
Today, I watched a woman walking around the store, yelling into her phone. And I mean yelling. I heard her from across the store when she came in. And you know who she was yelling at? Her teenage daughter. She was yelling at her daughter, over the phone, swearing while she was getting groceries, about her daughter being disrespectful.
Sounds like someone needs a refresher, because no one in the store wanted to hear that.
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