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Just quit my cashier job..........after about a month. 

Had to.

I tried.  I really did.  And I'm glad I sat back there for a month.  Behind the Register.  Learned a lot.

"Pulp or polymer M'am"?

Yeah, that's T speak for paper or plastic and maybe I was just a bit too, uh, personable for the position........"Hey Buddy, I'm just trying to buy a bag of chips over here......................."

Yeah, but just a sec I was really, really, interested in figuring out your personality type.........

I also found it troubling that:

A.  Homeless Man buys a 20 ounce Coke. 

B.  Cashier spends 3 minutes dealing with various machines, codes, waiting, signing, sighing, processing his request on his food stamp card.

C. Cashier, who is making $7.50 an hour and paying taxes, realizes that he is helping to buy that man a 20 ounce Coke.

D.  Homeless Man, who bought a 20 ounce Coke, will buy dozens more 20 ounce Cokes, with delicious candy, from The Cashier that week.  Never any actual food.

E.  Homeless man will drink many, many, 20 ounce Cokes.  He will get sick, like diabetes maybe.  I, the tax paying American, will pay for whatever treatment society can muster up.

F.  Homeless Man's lifestyle is about what making $7.50 an hour in Asheville, North Carolina can afford.

G.  Homeless Man has more fun on street with his 20 ounce Coke, plus other Cokes, than most people do in their high stress jobs.  Cashier has spied on them.

H.  Cashier feels great resentment.  Being an 'entitled' middle aged White Man does not help.

I.  After 7 straight hours of selling Homeless Man Cokes, Cashier still gives Homeless Man a buck on the way home from work.  Go figure.

Actually, not so much resentment, but it is kind of a dumb system.  And 'homeless' people ought to be called 'Houseless', coz' aint many of us feeling at 'home' much!

Only other comment- the same percentage of Street People are Givers vrs. Takers as any other demographic group, including Priests and other assorted Do-Gooders- a lot of mystic types who can't function.

Plus a bunch of Bums.

Get a Job Lebowski!

But first- here, have a 20 ounce Coke! On me!!!!