Last night I decided to haul Ryker with me to make a return.
The cashier who processed the return was a long time employee and her name tag indicated she been working there since 2015. Note: She was also clearly passed retirement age.
"Hello little cutie!" she said to Ryker, who was sucking his pacifier, peacefully.
"What a well behaved child!" she said.
This made me smile.
"Boy or girl?" she asked me.
This made me stop smiling.
"Boy!" I hissed.
The woman handed me back my receipt with a smile.
How did I get stuck with the employee-of-the-month?
I looked around and the store was nearly empty and she was the only cashier working returns.
I hurried away to go buy a whole buggy of crap.
Just so I could return it.
