An Introduction Would’ve Been Nice
I get a job as a grocery store cashier when I am in my late teens. I do my best to perform my job to the best of my ability, but I’m not jumping to do more than I’m paid for. One day, my manager sends me on break without a replacement, so I sign out of my register, turn off my light, and put a chain across the lane. Simple. That’s what every cashier is supposed to do when closing down a lane.
Before I can leave the closed lane, however, I’m stopped by a man at least ten years my senior with a mustache and a baseball cap. There’s no way around it: he looks like a stereotypical kidnapper from a school safety video.
Man: “You’re a cashier, right?”
Me: *Baffled* “Yes, sir, but I’m on my break right now.”
Man: “I can see! Thank you for closing down your lane properly! So many people don’t do that!”
He continues talking about how rare it is to find a cashier who correctly closes down their lane until I make an excuse and scurry away because I don’t want to waste my fifteen-minute break.
When I come back, the man is talking with one of my managers. Then, he spots me and points.
Man: “Right there, that’s her! She turned off her light and put the chain across the lane! She did everything right! It’s so rare to see that!”
Seeing my deer-in-the-headlights look, my manager just nods and lets me get back to my register.
I see the man a third time several hours later when I am grabbing something after my shift. By now, I am starting to get suspicious of having an oddly complimentary stalker. After telling a few family members about the situation, they advise me to give my managers a heads-up if I see him again or if his behavior becomes inappropriate.
Sure enough, he is back the next day, in the same shirt no less, so I bring it up quietly with my manager when she has a spare moment, mentioning that I saw him three times yesterday over the span of my eight-hour shift.
Manager: “Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s with corporate, so he tends to spend a while here.”
Me: “Oh, thank goodness. I thought he was some kind of stalker.”
I even saw him in the break room a couple of times. I still feel a little bad for thinking he was stalking me, but when you’re a small woman working with the public, you tend to be on your guard!