Monday, May 24, 2010
I really should have worked at the mall.
But to this day, every time I go to a grocery store, I give the cashier a knowing look. It communicates many things:
"I'm aware that strategically organizing my groceries in a paper bag is mind numbing, yet kind of fun at the same time"
"When people give you a "better than thou" attitude, you should totally "accidentally" smush their bread."
"I feel your pain when cheapskates tell you that 3 lemons are really 98 cents, instead of 99."
"I know you didn't choose to wear that smock. It's totally not your style. I'm not judging."
Looking back, I realize that being a cashier really wasn't so bad. I recruited a couple friends to keep me company, and learned some very important facts about produce ... and people. If you've ever had to take on an 80 year old woman who insists Borscht is on sale, then you can handle anyone.
What was your first job?