Angry...Turkey

Standing for eight hours straight is nobody’s favorite activity. Working at the grocery store required one to stand for eight hours. Glowering at customers behind their backs became his favorite sport, but earned him a reprimand, when he was caught, he became extremely good at not getting caught. Glowering at managers was also an equally entertaining activity.

“Tuck in your shirt,” his manager hollered from down the aisle, glower. He had been able to avoid this for the past two and a half years, he rolled his eyes, glowered some more, and hastily obliged. It wasn’t that he didn’t like looking professional, he did, but it seemed rather pointless. Wearing a shirt that was now more purple than blue, from over exposure to the sun and repeated washing would make sure he never looked professional. But mostly, no one gave a damn what the employees at the grocery store looked like, at least not this grocery store. People only came here because they had to, his own parents drove the extra 5 miles to the competitions store.

“You are no longer permitted to scan your personal bonus card for customers.” Was the next new rule, not bothering to ask why he went about his glowering and relayed the message to customers who had forgotten their cards. This method of glowering indifference worked rather well until someone started to question him.

“Ok, I get it, you’re a moron, now shut up and bag my groceries.” she said all but yelled, after he explained for the third time that it wasn’t his decision.

Smiling pleasantly at the 20 pound frozen turkey in his hands, he turned and dropped it with a sharp crack to the floor. Half the store turned at the noise, at a loss for words the lady opened her mouth silently, clearly puzzled by what had just happened, everyone was frozen. Without a word he walked out of the store and did pull-ups, until a manager came looking for him, a paper reprimand in hand.