Off The Clock And Free To Be Me

I worked twelve hours today. This is the fifth day in a row, and I am exhausted. I have just clocked out and grabbed my coat and purse from the break room. I open the door and nearly run into a woman and her cart.

Woman: “Can you fetch me [paper cat litter]?”

Me: “I’m sorry, I—”

Woman: “It won’t take a minute. Just go in the back there.”

Me: “Ma’am—”

Woman: “I’m asking quite nicely!”

She slaps her hand on the handle of the cart and gives me a glare.

Me: “No.”

A moment of silence passes.

Woman: “No? You do not say no to your customers.”

I gesture to my coat and purse.

Me: “Do I look like I’m working?!”

The woman turned her cart and walked away without another word. If she reported me to management, I never heard anything about it. If she had asked nicely, I would have told her it had been discontinued and we simply didn’t have it anymore.