Day One Hundred and Seventeen
-It is no secret that I am no morning person. Thankfully, back-to-back opening shifts have been saved by the benevolence of our baristas and their offerings of free samples. From unicorn drinks to cinnamon roll frappuccino, I am experiencing an ethereal energy that will get keep me going until the day I die, a date I am not yet willing to divulge.
-On this, the twentieth day of April, I do not know what to expect from my guests. Nevertheless, I have high hopes.
-A woman demanded I tell her whether or not a Kohl’s will be opening nearby and, if not, that I do something about it. I chose to do neither, as it would be a gross misuse of the powers I am given as a part-time cashier.
-I was informed by an older woman that she was doing me a favor by asking me to throw away her receipt for her, as otherwise, she would have no choice but to throw it on the floor in front of me and leave. This is nothing if not fair and reasonable. I wordlessly threw away her receipt and watched as she walked away, open, empty purse in hand.
-A mother allowed her six year-old son to pick up the items the stranger behind them was waiting to purchase, throw them around, bang them against the counter, and, ultimately, place them in his mouth. The mother said nothing, not seeing a problem. The woman behind said nothing, not seeing what was happening. I said nothing, seeing everything.
-As my shift drew to a close in the early afternoon, a confused man came through my lane. When it came time to pay, he slapped his phone against the card reader repeatedly, despite being told that we did not support Apple pay. I have gotten just a taste of the crowd that today has been made for. I only wish that I had been able to stay longer.