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henlo u stinky egg
I used to be a cashier at a grocery store and one time I **** you not this lady bought 435 individual cat food cans and had a coupon for a **** ton of them, Ended up spending like $45 something
I used to be a cashier at a grocery store and one time I **** you not this lady bought 435 individual cat food cans and had a coupon for a **** ton of them, Ended up spending like $45 something
I don't get it, what does cat food have anything to do with it. Do you mean she's not good enough to find a man and has cats to fill her void, please explain.
Did she laugh maniacally as you scanned them through?
Getting a cat to get in the bath is bad enough. How are you going to force it to go in there?
I worked for two years as a cashier at a grocery store in high school before I got a job at Abercrombie.
I could write a thesis papers as a Psych major about the prevalence of mental illness in women over 60 years old. The sheer amount of cheapness, coupon-cutting, and aggressive behavior towards workers in supermarkets was amazing. They are OCD and paranoid to the nth degree. They seemingly think that cashiers making $8 an hour get some sort of bonus for ripping old ladies off. The best was watching them rack $200 in purchases and then expecting you, the cashier, to bag their entire order. As if they are ladies of the antebellum South, as if physical labor is beyond their ability. You would watch their purchases pile up in the bagging area, and you just think, "Really?!"
I worked for two years as a cashier at a grocery store in high school before I got a job at Abercrombie.
I could write a thesis papers as a Psych major about the prevalence of mental illness in women over 60 years old. The sheer amount of cheapness, coupon-cutting, and aggressive behavior towards workers in supermarkets was amazing. They are OCD and paranoid to the nth degree. They seemingly think that cashiers making $8 an hour get some sort of bonus for ripping old ladies off. The best was watching them rack $200 in purchases and then expecting you, the cashier, to bag their entire order. As if they are ladies of the antebellum South, as if physical labor is beyond their ability. You would watch their purchases pile up in the bagging area, and you just think, "Really?!"
Getting a cat to get in the bath is bad enough. How are you going to force it to go in there?