I get it. Restocking the lower shelves on your knees is not your dream job. So I waited quietly and patiently three feet away while you arranged products, until you could move the aisle-blocking, diagonally-parked cart at the upscale grocery store. But you went passive-aggressive, grabbing another armload of goods and ignoring the obvious. I moved your cart so I could pass. That’s when you launched the confrontation you were itching to instigate, instructing that I should have said “excuse me.” You lectured that I should “use my words.” I’ve been shopping at your store since it was Bread of Life, long before Whole Bezos. I don’t expect happy hippies to cosmically reappear, but I’m not going to kiss your ring or be talked to like a child either. I’ve done grunt work, too. Showing common decency is a better way to earn respect than to demand it. I hope your boss had a personal growth-inspiring counseling session with you at shift’s end.
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