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We’re All One Jerk Away From A Screaming Match

, , | Right | CREDIT: Th3_Gamingmag3 | January 22, 2022

I used to work in a restaurant. We had a deal with the local [Supermarket Chain] where they’d ship in ingredients for us in bulk with a slight discount, and we’d order every two weeks and pay 50% in advance and 50% on pickup. Since they worked on a quota system, they loved us for it.

On this particular day, I was going to make our fortnightly pickup. The uniforms at [Supermarket Chain] are bright blue shirts with charcoal bottoms. At the restaurant I worked at, there wasn’t a uniform for back-of-house kitchen staff, only some guidelines, so I was wearing a bright blue T-shirt with some patterns on it. It wasn’t collared like the uniform, but still blue.

So, there I was, chatting to the cashier who, by this point, I was quite familiar with. She was pretty cute and I was working up the courage to ask her out, so we had a long chat while she put through our massive order — stacks of boxes of buttermilk, bags of flour, drinks, oil, etc. While we were chatting, I didn’t notice the fifty-year-old guy at the next checkout queue grabbing some of the boxes of Coke cans. I only noticed when the cashier pointed it out to me.

I walked over and confronted him. I’d already worked eight hours with another six ahead of me, so I wasn’t about to take any of this bull.

Me: “Excuse me, f***wit, what do you think you’re doing with those? They’re paid for.”

Man: “F*** off, kid. Paid for by who? Quit flirting with your b**** girlfriend and get back to work!”

I was raised to respect my elders and all that, but this dude was the epitome of everything wrong with that generation, so I started going off on him that I didn’t work here, and if I did, I wouldn’t let him in the store. I don’t even remember what I said from then on since we were both yelling; I do know it was pretty colourful, though.

Eventually, the manager of the branch who comes to help me load up so he can sort out the invoice was called, and he had to drag us away from each other so we wouldn’t end up in a fistfight. Thanks to the cashiers, it all got resolved while I went and cooled off. By the time I got back, a few minutes later, it was sorted, and I could finish paying and load up. I’m pretty sure the restaurant still orders there to this day.

I never did get that cute cashier’s number because of the health crisis.

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