We’re Totally In Line With This Petty Revenge
I work at a large grocery store that’s open twenty-four hours a day. Customer traffic usually dies out around eleven at night, leaving us to wander the store, restock, take inventory, and clean.
This particular night, I am on the one register we keep open. It’s getting near what we call the “pick-up” where activity starts to increase, and suddenly, every customer in the store files into my line at once, a total of eight people.
I process the first woman who is paying for a number of groceries with cash, and a young man at the very back of the line suddenly calls forward.
Irate Customer: “Hurry the f*** up!”
The line as a whole turns to look at him in a mixture of confusion and disgust.
Irate Customer: “Who the f*** uses cash? There are eight f****** people in line, and this lady is going to keep us all here using f****** cash in 2024? We have places to go, lady!”
What follows is the most delightful act of unspoken malice I’ve witnessed out of a group of people. Slowly, everyone in line puts away their cards, and once the first woman leaves, every person after her conducts a cash transaction.
The customer who yelled at the first woman grows more and more frustrated, but he is forced to wait because all of the other registers are closed. He throws random insults at the backs of each customer, pacing and walking around in circles in the queue.
The best part is when I get to the man right before him. After I scan and bag all of his items, he smiles and winks at me, pulling something out of his pocket.
Nice Customer: “Do you still take personal checks?”
Me: “We do!”
Nice Customer: “Okay. Who do I make it out to?”
Irate Customer: “WHAT THE F***?!
At this point, he throws the packet of sandwich meat and the soda he is carrying on the floor and storms out of the store. The nice customer and I watch in amusement as he walks past the woman the irate man originally yelled at; she stayed to watch the spectacle, having noticed what was happening. She gives him a wide smile as he forces our sliding doors open by hand and exits.
The man laughs as he pulls out a debit card and taps it on the reader.
Me: “Have a nice day!”
Nice Customer: “Already am.”