I Defended a Cashier from an Entitled Customer – Days Later, Her Colleague Brought Me to Tears

I’m a 33-year-old single mom of two who practically lives at the same 24-hour supermarket. One night, I finally snapped at a man who was screaming at a young cashier—and I had no idea that moment would quietly follow me back there weeks later and change how I see that place forever.

I’m 33, a single mom of two, and I basically live at this one 24-hour supermarket.

Not officially, obviously, but I’m there so much the automatic doors feel like they sigh when they see me coming.

Late nights after work, early mornings before school drop-off, those weird in-between hours when my brain won’t shut up—those are grocery store hours for me.

The staff all know me as quiet and tired.

Not best friends, not strangers, just familiar background characters in each other’s late-night lives.

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