I love going to Wal-Mart and encountering people who generally like their jobs and don’t want to kill themselves. Today wasn’t one of those days, unfortunately. I got the usual cashier: I hate my job, and I’m so bored, and I’ll go slow as hell even though there are twenty-three people in my line, and I’m better than you anyway. And don’t even get on to me about how crappy of a job it is to be a Wal-Mart cashier, *I* was a Wal-Mart cashier and I worked my way up to management and I did a good fucking job. So there.
One thing I did notice, was that my cashier must have recently escaped from the stocks:
And for those of you who don’t know what the stocks are (I know what they are, but couldn’t think of the damn word for the life of me):
Oh, and to note, she double bagged almost everything: One 2-liter of soda, two bags. One bottle of hot sauce and some Shake and Bake, two bags. Strangely enough: two boxes of saltines, only one bag. Weird.