My first minimum wage job at the age of fifteen was working the late shift at a small town convenience store . On the night shift one of my duties was to clean the dreaded hot dog machine. I would take the hot dogs out that had been sitting there for fifteen hours, drain the water, try not to gag, and then clean it.
I can still smell the putrid aroma of rotting hot dogs floundering on the edge of hell. It was disgusting.
Another part of that job was dealing with a wide array of customers renting and returning videos. My favorite customers were the ones who would attempt to rent a video while they had a fifty dollar late fee for not returning the latest porn video on time. Usually, they would blush, give you a good reason for it being late , and with a “one time only” warning I would waive the fee.
However, there was always the exception to that rule with the one belligerent jerk that insisted on berating you, calling you names, and then wait for you to remove the late fee.
It would never happen – I would get the very scary manager and she would tell him off.
Problem solved! He would storm out of the store flabbergasted that: 1) He was out of line for verbal abuse 2) Expected to pay the late fee 3) And now looked like a complete asshole in front of everyone at the store.
So when I go to my local convenience store for odds and ends I remember being swamped at the cash, dealing with a wide array of people in the public, and all of the dirty jobs of keeping the store clean while working for very low wages.
Just the other day I felt lucky and popped into the local convenience store to purchase a lotto ticket. I waited my turn in line as the clerk worked to serve each customer. It is when I heard one angry gentleman yell across the store, “Onions! Where are the onions?”
The clerk politely smiled “I will be with you in a minute.”
“There are no onions for my hot dog!”
“Just one minute, Sir!”
He huffed! He stomped! And he huffed some more! I was waiting for him to blow the store down.
As I watched his silly gesturing and anger I thought only one thing - you sir are a huge asshole!
This lovely clerk working by herself did not deserve to be bullied into rushing to the rescue with onions. What I wished for this clerk was that her manager was standing close by to usher onion boy out the door. No one deserves to be treated like a doormat over the simple case of missing onions.
So as I watched onion boy hold his hot dog all I could think of was the putrid smell and how long that hot dog had been sitting in the machine. I imagined the pain he would feel in his stomach and the sudden rush to go to the washroom countless times that night. One can only hope his stomach is weak!
If he had only been polite maybe someone would have warned him not to eat the hot dog.