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Personal Narrative-He Doesn T Work

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I start sweating the instant I see him walk back into the store with a look of slight irritation on his face. Not again, not another customer temper tantrum, this will be the third today. This time I charged him twice for his stupid t-shirt. By accident of course, but he doesn’t even consider that. He really thinks that I am out to get him, to steal his money. No wonder he shuddered as my hand grazed his when I gave him his change, a dollar ninety-five. I think he counted it twice. Because I am a lowly cashier, the working class scum. Sometimes I wish I could argue back with these customers because they are so ridiculous. I should tell him exactly what I think about him. Well, the only thing that is stopping me is the possibility of getting fired, but if this guy …show more content…

“If you aren’t careful, you will lose everything that you hold dear to you. Your wife and children have already started to slip away, your eyes don’t lie.” I release him from my grasp and he stumbles backward, I lunge at him over the counter. “All because you are selfish with your time! Time that should be devoted to your family but is instead spent screaming at some insignificant cashier over a white polyester microfiber t-shirt.” I spit on the t-shirt. “I apologize for wasting your time, which is so much more valuable than mine.”
“I serve arrogant fools like you all day and usually with a giant, fake smile plastered on my face like a papier-mâché dummy.” He cowers on the ground and reaches for the t-shirt that is resting on the counter. I jab his forehead with my left pointer finger at each syllable. “Not this time. I will not be the road kill left behind on the crosswalk after a Porsche runs a red light. I am a cashier, not a punching bag for people to use when they feel like lashing out to help them establish the control and dominance that they are lacking in their

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