A brief report on developments at the grocery store.

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The other week Angela began a job as a cashier at a local supermarket. She has a great internship lined up at her alma mater for the summer. However, this is contingent on summer school classes resuming on campus. And who knows if that will happen. So she wanted to have a backup.

She applied, was hired, and began working in the span of 48-hours. The market for cashiers in our area is hot. As are the interactions with colorful human beings. Boy does she have some stories to tell.

People seem to forget that they are in public and being observed by others when they step to a cashier’s station. She had one very nasty customer who is apparently now an expert in viral disease transmission and pandemic statistical modeling. This woman went postal on my daughter and the bagger. I’ll spare you the horrid details. But, the CDC might consider scouting local supermarkets for hidden talent.

Many of the baggers at her location are special needs adults. They work long hours and are dedicated to their jobs. She has quickly developed a heart for these co-workers and tells the most endearing stories. Like this one. Two of the baggers are good friends. Jane approached Angela and said,

“Bobby and I heard that you go to college. So you must be smart. We think you should join our Special Olympics team.”

Is that not the most heartwarming thing you have heard? What precious logic!

1. Angela goes to college.
2. So Angela is smart.
3. Therefore, Angela would make a great Special Olympics teammate.

People like Jane and Bobby (*both names changed) make the long hours of standing and scanning groceries worth the occasional opinionated ogre. The paycheck with additional Covid-19 incentive pay helps too.

Oh, upon returning home, Angela reports what items were hot during her shift. Over the weekend, there was a run on strawberries and blueberries (guilty). Yesterday, she noticed a new pattern. Apparently, females over the age of 70 were keen to purchase whole chickens and Tito’s vodka. Often times, that was the entirety of their order.

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