All for a lousy dollar

Standing at the register my hands shaking violently,
Crying, trying to maintain my composure
Her yelling getting louder, louder,
A viciousness unparalleled in my experience
In many years at the counter.
 
All for a lousy dollar
A fraudulent coupon rejected
Torn up, thrown back at me, demanding
That I honor its value, $1 off,
A pair of coffee pods, this instant.
 
Stepping away, sobbing, wailing,
A primal scream outside
Too frequently accepting the abuse
The manifestation of privilege
Too many in full Karen mode.
 

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January 18, 2023

All for a lousy dollar

 

Customer January 16, 2023

January 12, 2023

Grist for the mill - 2

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