We were checking out some items at Wal-Mart (which I usually don’t like to do, those cheapo corporate bastards with those nasty little smiley faces and-) and we stood in the back of the “ten items or less line.” With fourteen items, naturally.
A worker put the barrier right behind us just as we got in line. (Made it!) And the older woman at the cash said she hadn’t had a break for five hours.
“Oh, we’ll go in another line, then,” my empathetic mum said.
“It’s okay! It’s okay,” said the cashier. My mum continued to try and make her job as easy as possible.
“I don’t mind working hard,” the cashier said, “it’s just when nobody appreciates it and steps all over me. I don’t like it when people don’t respect me and are rude and mean. You’re very beautiful. It’s just how we were raised- to do unto others as you would have them do unto you. I just wish people would realize that.”
I do, too.
