It is around Christmas time, and there is a line wrapping back around the wall of chips and soda fridges that separate the self-checkouts from the rest of the store.
I am waiting with a cart, ten or so people back from the self-checkout. Behind me is a very tall woman. She could be trans, but it isn’t any of my business, so I don’t initially pay any attention. Behind her is a middle-aged woman who is complaining about the line to someone on her phone. Behind the complaining woman is a younger, stocky woman.
Complaining Customer: “This is ridiculous. They never have anyone on the registers. Just these stupid self-checkouts!”
That’s not true, but the lines are just as long at each open register.
Complaining Customer: “Nobody wants to work anymore! That’s what the problem is. Fat, lazy, good-for-nothing pieces of trash wanna sit on their a**es with their food stamp cards and their stimulus checks!”
She’s not looking at me, I don’t think, but I’m standing there with my job’s logo on my plus-sized shirt, holding a SNAP card, trying to use up the few benefits I get. I’m feeling a little called out, so I fold my SNAP card back in my hand to hide it.
Complaining Customer: “It’s gonna be the downfall of society. You mark my words. We need a rapture, and we need it now! Then, some of these people, like this [transphobic slur] freak I’m standing behind, are gonna get left behind!”
Years of customer service have given me a de-escalation reaction to things like this. I turn to the woman behind me.
Me: “Ma’am, do you want to go ahead of me?”
She does so, which prompts scoffs and upset noises from the complaining customer, who’s turned her attention to me.
Complaining Customer: “Now this [slur] thinks she can skip the line! This ain’t right.” *Looks directly at me* “You’re not right!”
The young lady behind the complaining customer taps her on the shoulder.
Customer Behind: “Excuse me, ma’am? I just felt the spirit move through me. I’m being led to share my blessings with you. You see, I got a holiday bonus at work today. Do you know what that means for me and my family?”
I can’t tell if the complaining customer’s expression is confusion, disgust, or a small seizure.
Customer Behind: *Big demented smile* “It means I got bail money.”
Our small section of the line went silent. The complaining customer opened her mouth like she was going to respond. The customer behind her put a finger out and shook her head.
The complaining customer promptly got out of line and stomped off.