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I have a digestive disorder, and because of this my doctors prescribed to me several cans of nutrition formula that I have to drink. They say it tastes like vanilla. I've tasted vanilla and this is the worst tasting vanilla ever! Normally, we can't drink at the registers, but my manager's a real nice guy, and seeing how this is a medical thing, he lets me drink the formula at the registers as long as it's in a sports bottle.
So, I'm working at the registers with my bottle of heaven-knows-what-flavor formula and I'm ringing up a mother with a 7 or 8 year old boy. As I'm scanning her items, my hand accidently knocks into my bottle and knocks it off the counter. The boy picks it up. At first, I think he's going to give it back, but instead he pops the top up and takes a drink! Then he screams, "Ew! Gross! This is nasty!" I swear, Australia heard us and we are nowhere near Australia. He flings the bottle at me and I dodge it.
Now this is where it gets interesting. The mother yells at me for keeping a foul tasting drink on my register for customers to sample. I tell her the drink was for my personal use and furthermore it tastes bad because my doctors prescribed it to me for a disorder. The mother then tells me that if I'm a cripple, I shouldn't be out in daylight!
The manager is over at the next register and he hears this. He doesn't like it when customers insults his employees, so he goes over there and tells her, "Ma'am. This is the 21st century, not the 1950s. Handicaps are more than welcome to enjoy the sunshine if they want to. And furthermore, Princess-Snake is not a cripple. She is a bright young woman who was born just a tad different than most babies." (I love my manager!) I don't know if it was because someone dared to stand up to her, or if it was because my manager is 6'5" and lifts weights every day, but her face turned pale, she quickly paid, and practically ran out of the store. After she left, I got some alcohol wipes that I always keep with me and wiped the top of the bottle with three of them. Then life moved on. (Although I was tempted to just dump the formulaon the mother's head. Then I wouldn't have to drink it.
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So, I'm working at the registers with my bottle of heaven-knows-what-flavor formula and I'm ringing up a mother with a 7 or 8 year old boy. As I'm scanning her items, my hand accidently knocks into my bottle and knocks it off the counter. The boy picks it up. At first, I think he's going to give it back, but instead he pops the top up and takes a drink! Then he screams, "Ew! Gross! This is nasty!" I swear, Australia heard us and we are nowhere near Australia. He flings the bottle at me and I dodge it.
Now this is where it gets interesting. The mother yells at me for keeping a foul tasting drink on my register for customers to sample. I tell her the drink was for my personal use and furthermore it tastes bad because my doctors prescribed it to me for a disorder. The mother then tells me that if I'm a cripple, I shouldn't be out in daylight!
The manager is over at the next register and he hears this. He doesn't like it when customers insults his employees, so he goes over there and tells her, "Ma'am. This is the 21st century, not the 1950s. Handicaps are more than welcome to enjoy the sunshine if they want to. And furthermore, Princess-Snake is not a cripple. She is a bright young woman who was born just a tad different than most babies." (I love my manager!) I don't know if it was because someone dared to stand up to her, or if it was because my manager is 6'5" and lifts weights every day, but her face turned pale, she quickly paid, and practically ran out of the store. After she left, I got some alcohol wipes that I always keep with me and wiped the top of the bottle with three of them. Then life moved on. (Although I was tempted to just dump the formulaon the mother's head. Then I wouldn't have to drink it.)
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