I feel strong. My adrenaline’s running like I’ve been in the gym all day doing bicep curls with 20-lb weights. Actually they weren’t weights, more like 12-packs of soda pop, 2-liter soda, 30-lb of cat litter, and tons of canned cranberry sauce.
The lines were abnormally long. With all the checkstands open, we still weren’t fast enough as most of the orders were very large. The express lines shamelessly had shopping carts that were well over the 15 item limit and that angered the customers who only came in for a few things.
That anger was mostly directed at me…
Angry with Express: Can’t you count!?
I look at the customer ahead of him to see their reaction.
Angry with Express: Why are you looking at her? It’s not her fault that you couldn’t stop her from coming through here!
Me: (Under my breath) Are you serious?
Angry with Express: Yeah you should be shocked, there’s a giant cart in the express line!
Welcome to the day before Thanksgiving.
