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I find when I am at work my mind thinks up all kinds of crazy
things. Perhaps to relieve the boredom of scanning things and bagging
them. One day I had this huge guy in my line. Huge in the sense that he
was tall and just huge, not fat. He was weird looking, he would stare
at me but not say a word, even when I said hi how are you today? I
began thinking, what if he is a serial killer? What if he is out today
stalking his next victim?
This morning I had the early shift. I
went in at 6:30, there was some fog over the fields but clear
otherwise. I had been at work maybe 10 minutes and a customer pointed
out that you couldn't see anything but fog outside. I began thinking of
that Stephen King book, The Mist. Were there ferocious mutant animals
out there, just waiting for an unsuspecting shopper to devour?
I
have had moms come through my line, screaming at their kids. I wonder,
is she a child abuser? If so, I would like to take her out in the
parking lot and rip her head off.
Then I think, do people think
I am crazy? Because I am smiling and wishing them a good day? Do they
think there is something mentally lacking in me, that I don't realize
these are very hard times and its hard to have a good day when you
worry how you will put food on the table?
I've been thinking of
keeping some spare money on me at the line. For those moms who cannot
afford that $3 luxury item they were buying just for themselves but
then realized they did not not have money. To wipe that look of
hopelessness off their face would be my reward.
For that old
man who only buys microwave food since his wife passed away, I would
invite him to meet me for coffee and tell me all about his wife he
shared his life with.
For the church ladies who tell me to have
a blessed day and say it sincerely, I want to hug them. They don't know
me and yet they hope I have a blessed day.
It is an interesting
job and I laugh at times, and at times I get choked up by tears. I see
the families struggling and counting every penny, clipping every coupon
and still wondering how they will make it to the next paycheck. It
affects me deeply.
For the lady who came in very grumpy and I
had laughing before she left, you made my day. For all the little kids
who smile and play peek a boo with me, you make my heart smile.
And even for the ones who are grumpy and demanding, we all have bad days and I hope yours got better after you left the store.
As are all of us.
