Entitled Woman Mocked Me for Working as a Cashier at the Grocery Store – Minutes Later, It Became One of the Most Important Days of My Life

I watched him walk out, the bell above the door chiming softly behind him.

I didn’t know then that it wouldn’t be the last time I saw him.

He came back three days later.

It was Saturday afternoon, and the store was busy with the usual weekend chaos. Kids begging for candy, carts squeaking, the smell of rotisserie chicken from the deli drifting through the air.

I was scanning a mountain of canned goods when I saw him again in my lane, holding nothing but a bottle of water and a pack of gum.

“Back for round two?” I asked, unable to hide my grin.

He chuckled. “Just supporting my favorite cashier.”

“Is that so?” I teased.

“Because it looks like you only came here for hydration and minty breath.”

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