![]() ![]() I can go home, take a nice long, hot bath, and soak my hair in this new conditioning cream I got from the salon. My shift ends soon, and I can’t wait to cash my paycheck and get the hell out of here. I was simply stating it was ringing up for full price.” “When you scan the card at the end of your order, you’ll see a price difference.” Resisting the urge to scream at this woman, I bite back my retort and simply smile. But I don’t use it until the end of my order.” ![]() The woman folds her arms and says through gritted teeth, “Of course I have my card. Instead of rolling my eyes and telling her off like I want to do so badly, I say in the sweetest voice I can muster, “It’s on sale, but you have to use your Wineminster card to get the discount. Seriously? Swipe the card, get the store discounts. ![]() It’s people like this that make me detest coming here in the first place. I also notice she didn’t scan her discount store card. I skim through my screen and find the item she’s complaining about. “Ma’am? Ma’am?” A fat hand waves in front of my face, popping my daydream bubble and bringing me crashing headfirst into reality. What I should be doing is sitting poolside with a drink in hand and staring at hot men showing off their sexy washboard abs and glistening tans. Working at a twenty-four-hour grocery store? Yeah, this shouldn’t be my life at all. ![]() This is a big part of my day seven days a week. ![]()
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