When I was grocery shopping the other day I ended up picking a line with a cashier who was obviously miserable in his job. He was a dodgy looking little man with glasses and flapping skin. As I started loading my groceries on the conveyor belt he gave me the "stink eye." Seriously, then he muttered under his breath that "I had more than a few items." Well, there was NO SIGN indicating that it was an express lane!
The nasty crudgmudgen didn't even bother to pack my bags... and on top of it all I was in such a rush to scramble out from under his hateful glare that I squashed my loaf of bread! My children ended up eating sandwiches made on bread slices resembling pieces of a jig-saw puzzle!
The next time I popped in, there he was behind his cash register, his eyes darting wildly about like an evil troll guarding his treasure. His lane was empty (no shocker there), but you better believe I would stand in a line 20 people deep before I got in his lane again!!!
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