Tit For Tat, Part 2

I work in the produce department of a large natural foods store that prides itself on its superior customer service.

One day, an older man asks me to put some ice in his cooler since it is a very hot day and he has over an hour to drive to get back home. I cheerfully comply and don’t even blink an eye when he follows me into the produce prep room, normally an area off-limits to customers.

Both my forearms are tattooed, and when I roll up my sleeves to scoop out the ice, the man lets out what I can only characterize as a growl. I glance up at him and he is scowling at me fiercely. I just keep scooping, and finally, he says:

Old Man: “Young lady, if God had wanted you to have those things on your body, you would have been born with them!”

I don’t stop scooping his ice into his giant cooler, and even though I know it could cost me a write up, or maybe even my job, I say:

Me: “And if God wanted you to have a big cooler full of ice, you would have been born at the North Pole instead of in here asking me to do this for you.”

Old Man: “One day, God will judge you and you will be found wanting!”

I left it alone at that point since I was finished scooping and just told him to have a lovely day. I guess he thought God’s judgment was punishment enough. Thankfully, he left without further complaint.

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