My visit to the grocery store this morning was a usual enlightenment. The produce man was sitting on the floor dividing up the apples from the oranges. The cake baker was counting her cakes. The number of shoppers like myself were only a few including the woman who graced our presence by wearing her pajamas.
What struck me though was the one and only cashier up front. She looked tired. Unhappy. She never smiled and her “how are you” was one of “I don’t really care how you are.”
I felt compassion for her as she looked down the aisle at the long line that had grown. Why didn’t they bring another cashier to help her or a bag boy?
Cashiers have a tough job. Theirs is one most of us never want. It is a thankless position. A part time job for extra money or the full time cashier trying to make a living.
Stand on their feet for hours at a time.
Are subjected to abuse of all kinds.
Are expected to know everything from what row the coffee is on to “why isn’t it still on sale?”
Are exposed to raw meat, filthy money and dirty hands.
Are exposed to unruly, screaming children at the hands of parents who do not discipline them.
Are open targets for thieves, drunks and a few nice people.
Endure long lines of aggravated, impatient customers due to cuts in personnel.
The following are a few everyday occurrences in the life of a cashier…..as I have witnessed….
Customer: “Is this ice cream on sale?”
Cashier: “I’m not sure. You can check the weekly specials.”
Customer: “What? You oughta know that?
Cashier: “Ma’am, it will also show on the door of the frozen food section where you found it.”
Customer: “Just ring it up and it better be on sale.”
Cashier rings up ice cream. “No ma’am it is not on sale this week, that was last week. Do you still want it?”
Customer: “Yes, but only at the sale price.”
Cashier: “I’m sorry but it is not for sale.”
Customer: “Fine. I don’t want it then. And you shouldn’t be working here if you can’t do any better than that.”
or this one…..
Customer: “How much is this 6 pack of beer?”
Cashier: “I’m not sure ma’am.”
Customer: “Oh, it don’t matter anyhow. I got food stamps. While you’re at it get me a carton of cigarettes too.”
The cashier watches as the customer gets in their brand new BMW.
Cashiers are people, not sitting ducks for us to throw rocks at. or steal from. or verbally abuse.
Cashiers usually work because they need to. I can’t imagine anyone subjecting themselves to such scrutiny for the heck of it.
Cashiers paychecks are usually based on minimum wage. They aren’t paid to know everything.
Cashiers have feelings just like we do. Give them a break.
The next time you are in the presence of a cashier, be kind. Be nice.
Smile. Give them a tip. Ask how they are doing. Treat them like you want to be treated. Show them respect.
Show appreciation for the job they do everyday. Show concern for their well being in the midst of chaotic and hateful people.
Take up for them. Show them understanding of the daily grind they are subjected to as they try to make a living.
Who knows. Maybe they will think Jesus paid them a visit, not just another customer.
Luke 6:31 “Do to others as you would like them to do to you.”
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