Some of you may not think this is forum-worthy, but it really chaps my ass.
It was 5 minutes after closing time. I was mopping, and I only had two aisles to go, so I was feeling good. Then comes the PA: "Package help on line 1 please."

Mop goes down, I go up. The other bagboy on duty with me was getting these ladies 3 bales of straw, and couldn't bag. They've bought an assload of stuff, and when I say assload, I mean the size of your first-grade teacher's ass (what? Mine had an ass that looked like it was being stalked by Captain Ahab).
As I'm just finishing putting their groceries on the counter, one of them says the words that no bagboy ever EVER wants to hear, EVER.
"Don't smash my bread."




I kept my cool, and mumbled out an indifferent "I won't", but then the cashier on duty had to go one step further, and made fun of me to the customers: "Yeah, we've got a problem with this one here (pointing to me), he's a knucklehead. Here, I'll just bag your bread for you (bags bread and hands it to customer, who clings to it like a newborn) so he won't ruin it." Still, I remained calm (but probably visibly annoyed), carried the groceries out for the customers, received no tip, and went back to mopping.
When I got to the aisle I was working on, I looked around to see if anyone was looking, and I just silently thrashed and writhed in fury.
It was 5 minutes after closing time. I was mopping, and I only had two aisles to go, so I was feeling good. Then comes the PA: "Package help on line 1 please."

Mop goes down, I go up. The other bagboy on duty with me was getting these ladies 3 bales of straw, and couldn't bag. They've bought an assload of stuff, and when I say assload, I mean the size of your first-grade teacher's ass (what? Mine had an ass that looked like it was being stalked by Captain Ahab).
As I'm just finishing putting their groceries on the counter, one of them says the words that no bagboy ever EVER wants to hear, EVER.
"Don't smash my bread."




I kept my cool, and mumbled out an indifferent "I won't", but then the cashier on duty had to go one step further, and made fun of me to the customers: "Yeah, we've got a problem with this one here (pointing to me), he's a knucklehead. Here, I'll just bag your bread for you (bags bread and hands it to customer, who clings to it like a newborn) so he won't ruin it." Still, I remained calm (but probably visibly annoyed), carried the groceries out for the customers, received no tip, and went back to mopping.
When I got to the aisle I was working on, I looked around to see if anyone was looking, and I just silently thrashed and writhed in fury.
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