I'd like to get a part-time job now that I'm retired but can't seem to find any long-lasting energy (Damn MS!). Brenda suggested being a Wal-Mart greeter.
"That doesn't take a lot of energy," she remarked.
I responded, "Oh, really? You have no idea."
I live in a fairly urban area but we have a few trailer parks and crackervilles nearby. Given my low tolerance of rudeness, I shared with Brenda how I imagined what would happen after only a few hours on the job.
A very loud, unattractive, mean-acting woman would walk into the store with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.
I'd say pleasantly, "Good morning and welcome to Wal-Mart. Nice children you have there. Are they twins?"
The ugly woman would stop yelling long enough to say, "Hell no, they ain't twins. The oldest one's 9, and the other one's 7. Why the hell would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or stupid?"
I'd reply, "I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am. I just couldn't believe someone slept with you twice. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart."
My supervisor would, no doubt, say I probably wasn't cut out for this job.


One Reply to Have a Nice Day!

Scott Hardie | December 9, 2021
You'd be too distracted on the job by keeping a mental list of every weirdo you encountered so that you could blog about them later. :-)


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