I’m feeling a little called out, so I fold my SNAP card back in my hand to hide it.Ĭomplaining Customer: “It’s gonna be the downfall of society. She’s not looking at me, I don’t think, but I’m standing there with my job’s logo on my plus-sized shirt, holding a SNAP card, trying to use up the few benefits I get. Fat, lazy, good-for-nothing pieces of trash wanna sit on their a**es with their food stamp cards and their stimulus checks!” That’s not true, but the lines are just as long at each open register.Ĭomplaining Customer: “Nobody wants to work anymore! That’s what the problem is. Behind the complaining woman is a younger, stocky woman.Ĭomplaining Customer: “This is ridiculous.
Behind her is a middle-aged woman who is complaining about the line to someone on her phone. She could be trans, but it isn’t any of my business, so I don’t initially pay any attention. I am waiting with a cart, ten or so people back from the self-checkout.
It is around Christmas time, and there is a line wrapping back around the wall of chips and soda fridges that separate the self-checkouts from the rest of the store.
