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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Ancient_Educator_76 on 2024-07-03 00:42:35+00:00.

This will be a quick one yall.

I’m a middle aged cashier with hypoglycemia, among other hard-to-spell ailments. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no withering waif; we’re all got problems. In this day, this problem became a, well, problem.

Prickly nestled in the Phoenix desert lies Your Arizona hometown grocer: Masha’s. Since the pandemic , “u-scan” has been all the rage. Literally. Mashas insists that only one live, actual, scanning, thinking cashier is scheduled. That sexy beast is me.

During forty to fifty percent of my shift I’m busy, nonstop scanning and bagging (yes a we have no bananas/baggers) to my hearts dismay. No problem it’s a job, cool beans. But when my second front end guy who runs the u-scan leaves to the back for the last half of the shift I’m caught between ringing up plus jumping over to an assortment of angry-eyes waiting for me to scan their “overrides”. These overrides happen frequently. Anytime liquor is purchased , cough syrup, etc. it’s all me.

Things get busy.

I get thirsty.

I drink water.

I feel a spell coming on even after water so I know I need sugar and fast. So I bust open a Coke and guzzle like it’s my job. I must have looked like a commercial for the product. The second I hit that second ounce I hear a nasal "you’re funking disgusting! Do you have to do that here? Go do that someplace else!!! " then she sputtered into a curse-laden tirade that I swear involved the word donut someplace. She also called me fat. Not cool broheem. I stopped, explainogized that I desperately need sugar for my blood sugar while simultaneously opting to deliver some good old fashioned MC

“You know what you’re right! I shouldn’t be drinking soda right here …let me go someplace else”.

So I did.

I walked, sauntered if you will, right to the managers office as I leave behind a parade of customers whose anger now transmogrified into one superbeing, ala mighty morphing power rangers, shifting it toward the curser.

I told my manager"i need to sit down , I haven’t had a break in six hours and need to refuel stat. They’re out there waitingggggg." Then sat while he went to deal with the leftovers.

I took a seat in the deli area, slowly sipping my soda and watching my manager try to deal with what I’ve been dealing with my whole life.

(Imagine a diapered version of myself)

The main complainer wound up leaving - grocery-less and even angrier, flipping off noone in particular

Huzzah!!!

I missed a lot in the moment but evidently many of the customers were regulars and stood up for me in the best way; by collectively telling her what she can go save what she can do when she gets there.

TM;DR A customer told me to drink Coke somewhere else. I did.

Sorry for the blatant disjointedness