I was looking the salad section, engaging in some typical currycel daydreaming: looking at the white HTB/Stacey wagie slaves stocking the shelves, imagining my based curry vindaloo inside their pink, vanilla tail pipes.
Then this crusty, ancient white granny spawns out of nowhere and obstructs. She slams her trolley into the edge of the counter, cutting off my exit. I look at her, thinking, “WTF?".
Her hands were shaking with age. She looks at me with some kind of generational, entitled expectation, points to something on the top shelf, and asks me to get it for her.
And like a simp, I do it. I reach up, grab her item, hand it over, and walk away.
There were other staff members standing ten feet away. Why did she bypass them to flag me down?
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Then this crusty, ancient white granny spawns out of nowhere and obstructs. She slams her trolley into the edge of the counter, cutting off my exit. I look at her, thinking, “WTF?".
Her hands were shaking with age. She looks at me with some kind of generational, entitled expectation, points to something on the top shelf, and asks me to get it for her.
And like a simp, I do it. I reach up, grab her item, hand it over, and walk away.
There were other staff members standing ten feet away. Why did she bypass them to flag me down?
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