Today, I gave a loaf of $0.85 bread post traumatic stress disorder, and almost got assaulted by the customer because I bagged it incorrectly. With saliva flying out of his mouth at record breaking high speeds onto my register, he told me that I should finish my shift early so that I can go home and learn to respect the bread. Then he decided to take it out of the bag and flail his purchase wildly in my face as his wife stood by trying to calm him down so that he didnt put the bread through anymore hurt. Id like to take this time to apologise to the loafs of bread in the world, whatever shape or size you may be, for putting you through so much. I know now that I have been a terrible person.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 06:20:44 +0000
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