I must be easy to talk to ’cause people tell me things. All the time.
Today, my cashier complained that one of his coworkers bosses him around, even though she most certainly is not his boss. I wanted to make him feel better so I said I knew how he felt. In one of my jobs I was the boss, yet one of my employees decided to yell at me, in front of other people.
I went on to say that I didn’t yell at her, but I did take her to the side to discuss the inadvisability of yelling at your boss.
He said, “Yeah, that’s always the best way. If Kavanaugh would have kept his cool maybe someone might have believed him. On The View today they said…(insert The View’s rants here).”
While the cashier shared The View’s views, the bagger began bagging my groceries.
With a friendly smile on my face I said, “Funny how the whole innocent until proven guilty thing was ignored. I’m glad Kavanaugh stood up for himself. I’ve been accused of something I didn’t do. It’s a difficult position to be in. Think about it. How do you prove you DIDN’T do something?”
That’s when the bagger tossed my groceries back on the conveyor belt and stomped away. But she didn’t go far, only about 10 feet. There she began a whisper campaign with a fellow coworker.
You know the type of campaign I mean. Whisper, whisper, whisper. Point and nod toward the crazy person in the checkout line. Whisper, whisper, whisper.
The cashier finished bagging my groceries, ’cause the bagger certainly wasn’t going to do it.
After I paid, the cashier and I wished each other a nice day, and that was that.
But I was left with the thought that in Seattle, “I don’t like the customer’s political views” seems to be a perfectly valid excuse for not doing one’s job.
Then again, Seattle is called the Emerald City. Think Dorothy would let me borrow her shoes?