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Cashier: you have no idea how many ways and to what degree I’m plotting your murder.
Oh....apperently I'm too evil to be a cashier.
I wouldn't murder. I would go about my day, without a trace of evidence that I'm even angry.
I'd just come over, help the guy, and take note of his appearance, and the current time. Then I'd head to the back after my shift, and talk to the security guy. I'd make up some reason I have to check the security tapes. But I'd do it in a way that sounds like it's just buddys being buddies. Nothing suspicious.
Then I'd watch the tape 10 minutes after the encounter. I'd watch the parking lot. See where he goes. Find him getting into his car. Take note the make and model of the car, and the liscense plate.
Now I use public records to track him down. I find out his name, his address, his work, his life. I find out everything I can about him.
Now I hire the biggest musclehead there is. Not to beat him up, but to have an affair with his wife. Make his wife feel properly fucked and orgasm multiple times. Make it a regular thing. All without the wife realizing it's a ploy.
His marriage ends, as his wife no longer loves him. And NOW the real plan can commence.
I'd hire a woman who looks visually similiar to his wife, but much more dominant. I'd hire her to seduce him, but also take control of their relationship. She'd have him whipped, and play off his emotional insecurity that he would lose her if he doesn't do what she wants. And she'd get demanding, and have him whipped.
She would eventually take him to an actual dungeon. She'd get him naked, and tied up, laying on his back with his ankles being worn as earrings. And as he'd tied in that position, completely vunerable, that's when I emerge from the shadows, revealing my master plan for revenge!
Except, it was a forgetable moment, 5 years ago. He has no idea who I am. Doesn't matter. He's already in position, and I've worked too hard to get this exact moment to where it is.
He's totally exposed, vunerable, and can't move.
COMMENCE THE TICKLE TORTURE!!!
as someone who works in a grocery store* off the top of my heat I cannot remember any customer (I don't know outside of work) OTHER than a funny Irish man and someone with a confederate flag shirt.
when I'm on cart duty i DO remember bumper stickers though, I take photos of the funny ones sometimes. Also bugs/birds/cats/etc are all free reign to gawk at.
a tiny spider I saved while cleaning out one of the check out areas
fluffy cadpiller!!! 🐛🐛
I got bored and little bits of stuff fall off sometimes so I started collecting them. This isn't an animal but it's a nice memory 🌻
uhhhhhhhhh
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*also technically I'm a "front end service" something, so I bag and do carts and clean sometimes, but it's close enough to a cashier
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"unexpected item in the tickle area"
Relevant username if I've ever seen one
And then your realize that this happens way to often and you have to manage thousands of those at a time
I imagine they're depressed. Their job is to help out idiots every few seconds. When not doing that they're probably pondering the validity of a doomed race.
I've been a cashier before, and while it is a deeply dull job honestly the people screwing things up are not the problem. You help them, they leave, you forget about them. The ones that made me hate it there are the angry ones and the management