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

We still live in the little ranch house Tommy and I bought together in our mid-20s. It’s old now, and the paint on the porch is flaking.

The back door squeaks like it’s groaning in protest every time we open it.

The kitchen always smells like the last pot of coffee I brewed that morning, and the toaster only works if you press it down with a spoon. But it’s home. It’s ours.

After losing my office job, I remember sitting in the breakroom that last day, sipping watered-down coffee and staring at the cardboard box they’d handed me.

There was no notice, just a handshake and a “best of luck.”

With no savings left and no college degree, I took what I could get. That’s how I ended up behind register four. I’m not proud of it, it’s not my dream job, but I’m not ashamed either.

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