A trip to the grocery store the other night began with seeing this:
Heh. ‘Home Goo’…I love it when certain bulbs in signs go out.
Anywho…typical grocery routine and then went to check out. I made a beeline for the shortest line which had a very large (wide-large not tall-large) cashier. After putting everything on the conveyor belt, I saw the sign, “Trainee.” Crap. No wonder the line was suspiciously short.
“Aw, fuck,” I mumbled.
I then reasoned with myself that everyone deserves a chance and that she probably will be the next employee of the month or some shit like that. Besides, the guy in front of me seemed to not have any problems and the transaction was going smoothly for him.
But lo and behold, the bitch must’ve gotten tired when it got to my turn (I already mentioned the large nature, yes?) because she literally threw all my shit into the weak plastic bags to the point where the handles are useless because it was filled beyond capacity.
I didn’t say anything because I know what it’s like to work in that environment and know that if one customer ticks you off it ruins your whole shift. So I bit my tongue and maintained my polite demeanor.
So the moral of this rant: Optimism will lead you to broken eggs.