She’s A Worka-hurl-ic

| Working | September 15, 2012

(I’m checking out a few things for dinner and miscellaneous items. I walk up, put my things on the belt and the cashier starts to ring me out.)

Cashier: “Did you find everything okay?”

Me: “Yes, thank you. ”

Cashier: “Excuse me…” *grabs trash can*BLAAAAARFFFFFFFF!

(The cashier vomits violently into the trash can for an unholy period of time. Just as I’m expecting her head to spin, she stops.)

Me: “Holy crap! Are you okay?”

Cashier: “Holy crap! I’m fine.” *wipes mouth with paper towel*

(Surprisingly, she reaches for my items and continues to ring me out. She does flip the light for the manager, though.)

Cashier: “That will be [price].”

Me: “Why don’t you sit down?”

Cashier: “I’m fine. Credit or debit?”

(At this point, the manager shows up.)

Manager: “What’s up?”

(The cashier hands over the trash can, which is audibly sloshing with its contents.)

Cashier: “I need a new can, please.”

Manager: “Again?! Okay. Want to go home?”

Cashier: “Nope. All better.”

Manager: “Alright. But make it a third time, then I’ll clone you for your work ethic and send you home!”

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