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The Job

A lady stopped me while I was working today and asked for help, which I am usually more than happy to give.

I don’t have to, I don’t work for the store, but sometimes the associates are so swamped with other customers and working freight that I do.

I’m part of that team as well as my team.

Anywho, she needed help. I’m standing there waiting for the request and noticed a little widening of the eyes. And then she asked…

β€œAre you on work release?”


Points to my lanyard.


β€œYes, ma’am. Can I help you?”

She turned and walked away.

I swear, some people.

Meet my cellie.

And some days I’d wear an orange jumpsuit to work just so none of them would bother me.

That’s it. That’s the post.