by Stevie Bullock

Created on: May 20, 2008

Grocery Gross-out

As the title says I work in a grocery store. I am a cashier, or for those of you who want to be politically correct you can call me a "grocery clerk". Whatever you call it I work with people and their money. Fun.

It's really not that bad of job. Most of the people are nice, except for that one stray person that has had a horrible day and decides to take it out on the innocent cashier.

People, be nice to your cashier, we are people to...and we can over-charge you without you even knowing. That's right we got mad ninja skills.

Any-who, this job has to be the easiest I have ever been employed! All I have to do is greet the customer, scan the customer's items, take the customer's money, then wish them a good day or night. Whatever the case my be. Like I said, easy.

The only thing I don't like about it is two things. The one I mentioned above and the fact that hand sanitizer becomes your best friend in the whole wide world.

If you don't know why, you have either never worked with the public before or you have never noticed those stray articles of meat that are wrapped ridiculously loose and covered in blood. That's right. We get to have our hands covered in chicken, cow, pig, and God knows what else's blood for you to have your lovely dinner.

For those of you that use paper towels on your meat packages...thank you, thank you. I love you people. You are my heroes!

I'm sorry I'm straying from the story. Let me just explain how it all started.

It was a regular day at the Market, it was pretty busy so I was constantly scanning, checking prices, and making change. Once I was done with one customer another would come behind them and the process would start all over.

That was when I saw her. The bright, neon green, floral dress that barely covered anything of her four hundred pound body was the first thing I noticed. Her hair was pulled into a sloppy bun at the back of her head, but her smile was bright and happy.

She was very nice woman. She answered politely when I asked how her day was, and smiled the whole time she was unloading all 10,000 items unto my conveyor belt.

As I began scanning her items, cold first, warm second, bread and crackers third, that's when I noticed the plastic wrapped black trays. "Oh no" I thought to myself when I saw the twenty items of meat she had on my belt, and all of them were shiny with wetness. You guessed it. Covered in blood.

I began to scan slower, dreading having my fingers soaked in the disgusting liquid. No, I kept saying

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