Unfiltered Story #103632

, | Unfiltered | January 12, 2018

(I work weekends at a farmer’s market while finishing college, early morning till mid afternoon. Normally, when customers ask me how I am as a greeting, I’ll say “good”, but if they seem friendly or chatty I’ll be more personal. This particular day I had a school performance starting right when market pack-up finished, and I’d been stressed trying to fit everything into my schedule.)
Customer: Hi, how are you? Oh man, it’s been a crappy week, I’ve been looking forward to coming here. I can’t wait to eat [produce we sell].
Me: I know what you mean. I’ve got a packed day ahead of me. Normally this is all I do today, but I have to go perform right after this!
Customer: Oh, well that’s what adult life is. It’s all downhill from here.
Me (alarm bells ringing in my head): I’m sure it’s not that bad.
Customer: No, honey, it is. Being an adult is awful. You should know it sooner than later.
(I decide to finish the transaction as fast as I can to get rid of her…but there’s no one else at the stall at all. I give her her change and produce bag, but she stays right where she is.)
Customer: I used to work twelve-hour days, and it sucked. You’re tired all the time and there’s no chance to rest. You finish one job and it’s off to the next one!
Me: Well…you said you “used” to. So you don’t anymore. It did get better!
Customer: …I guess. But that doesn’t mean being adult isn’t awful.
Me: Okay, well, have a good day ma’am.
Customer: No one else would’ve told you the truth. You’re welcome!

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