Bagging groceries at ShopRite is always… different.
It’s tedious and it hurts my back but besides the fact that I get money for it, I think I’m okay with doing it because I love people watching. It’s fascinating.
Here’s the people I met today:
- An old man whose canvas bags smelled like smoke. I was kinda grossed out but he had a warm smile so it was okay.
- The cuuuuutest little boy who had dimples on his cheeks and the bottom outside corners of his eyes (MY FAVORITE KIND).
- The kid’s dad was so jolly and he had a really great booming voice. He put change in my jar and I smiled and said, “Thank you!”. Then he gave me more change and I smiled again and said, “Have a nice day!”. Then he gave me all his change. Whatta cutie sdkfjslkrhldkfjk.
- A man who came with one of those half-cart/half-toy car things with his two kids. He looked like he wanted to jump out of a window. He had about over $100 worth of groceries and gave me nothing. Dick.
- A lady who had the biggest, scariest eyes I’ve ever seen. She looked like this: O__O. It was funny.
- A really nice woman who was embarrassed that she had no money to give me but thanked me over and over.
- A man with a brown hoodie and a pile of canvas bags. When he first got there, he said, “Alright, I’m going to walk you through this”. He had a great smile and a great mustache and while I was bagging, he said, “Excellent, thank you!”
- A woman who had really tired eyes and looked perpetually worried but was actually really friendly.
- A Spanish man (I’m just assuming he was Spanish) who said, “Salamat!” to me and Arvin. Then he kept spewing out all these Tagalog words and I was embarrassed because I didn’t understand any of it. He told us that he lived in Japan for awhile and he hung out with a lot of Filipinos there so he picked up a few words.
- A man who watched me smile really big and say hi and then ignored my existence completely and made me feel like a big stupid idiot moron. Dick.
- A woman who was the sweetest thing ever. She gave me a tip and then as I was bagging, I saw that she had two trays of chocolate covered pretzels.
Me: Oh my God I’m so hungry.
Her: Do you want one?
Me: I wish hahah.
I continued bagging her stuff and the next thing I know, she takes out one of the trays, opens it, and tells me to take one. I didn’t know what to do with myself and then she said, “C’mon, just take one! If I get to eat fatty foods, then so should everyone else!”. I love her.
I just.. really really love nice people.
