You Say Tomato, I Say Lazy

(I work at gas station with a well-known sub shop. I get stuck with dishes about 90% of the time. So while I’m doing the work nobody else wants to touch, prep is getting done. Or should be. On this day, a box of tomatoes are sitting out when I clock in and I assume someone is about to prep them.)

Me: “Hey, can you put the box of tomatoes away so they don’t go bad?”

(I had one other coworker in the back with me while the others were up front. Note that she’s always on her phone. Always. Including at that moment.)

Coworker: “I think we actually need to prep some and that’s why they’re out.”

Me: “Oh, well, can you start prepping them, then? That box has been sitting there since I got here.”

(All I got in response was a dirty look while holding her phone and eating from a bag of chips.)

Me: “…or don’t. That works, too, I guess.”