I worked at a dollar store as a cashier in high school and a lady came to my register with about 50 items. As I’m ringing her up, she takes a stack of papers out of her purse and asks if we will accept our “competitor’s coupons”, meaning Wal-Mart coupons. I call my manager over, who is a 250 pound Hispanic man. He skips – literally skips – to the register wearing a plastic fireman’s hat and an oversized chef’s apron, all while speaking in a Indian accent. We both got fired by the store manager, who said we weren’t allowed to mess with customers anymore.
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