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

Behind her, a young couple pushing a stroller stepped into line.

The woman looked at me with an apologetic glance, but no one said anything. They never do.

I scanned her groceries, hands steady, even though my cheeks burned. As I reached for her last item, a bottle of imported wine, she scoffed—loud enough for the line to hear.

Behind her, a small line was forming, and I could feel every eye on me.

“Careful, sweetheart. That costs more than your whole paycheck.”

A few people shifted uncomfortably. My ears burned.

The mom with the stroller looked at her husband like she wanted him to say something. He shook his head.

“That’ll be $212.58,” I said with a forced polite smile, but my voice was flat, calm, and exhausted.

She smirked and flicked her platinum card across the counter with two fingers like she was feeding a feral cat. “Try not to mess this up,” she said.

I picked it up, swiped it, and waited.

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