“I don’t think some of them realize what they’re doing.” Carrie explained, trying to get a word in as Mindy once again began her rant. It was typical Mindy, all wound up. On busy days Carrie could have sworn the girl was ADHD.
“Well, if they don’t know they’re being rude, it’s even worse.” Mindy nervously tapped her fingernails on the picnic table, “We aren’t even a second thought.” She took a long drag from her cigarette, “I’m a talking ATM,” Mindy stood and posed stiffly, making robotic movements as she repeated, “Welcome to Grocery World, welcome to Grocery World.” She sat down again and sniggered. “Most of the bastards know exactly what they are doing. They just don’t look at us as real people. More like robots–servants or–I don’t know. But you can believe they look down their noses at us for being lowly cashiers.”
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