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

That job has kept the lights on. It’s paid for Lila’s braces and Jacob’s cleats and put peanut butter sandwiches in their lunch boxes.

After a while, you get used to the rhythm.

The beep of the scanner, the crinkle of produce bags, the endless smile you glue to your face even when your feet are screaming. You learn to recognize the regulars like Mrs.

Dorsey, who buys 20 cans of cat food every week but doesn’t own a pet.

Carl, who insists on bagging everything himself and gives everyone gum like he’s Santa. You also learn who to avoid.

That Thursday started like any other. It was quiet—too quiet.

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