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:
Nice nails, by the way.
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):
Funny, my cashier was making the same face.
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.