I am at my regular grocery store at the checkout. The bagger is a sweet man with a mental disability, who is carefully bagging my items.
Bagger: “You want this one?”
(He holds up one of my canvas bags, which I see has a hole in it.)
Me: “No, use another. Thanks.”
Woman behind me: “God! Hurry it up!”
Me: “I just finished paying. He’s fine.”
Woman behind me: “Oh, so you’re slow like him too? God all you special people need to stop interfering with normal people.”
Bagger: *looks offended* “Ma’am, she’s not not-smart. She goes to [University].” *points to my university logo on my sweatpants* “She’s real smart.”
Me: “And he’s the best bagger here! He’s very careful, ma’am, which is a good thing with groceries.”
(My bags are done. Since he knows I walk back to my dorm, the bagger just hands them to me and helps me shoulder them.)
Woman behind me: “God, he won’t even help you take them to your car? What a delinquent. I want to see a manager about this!”
Me: “I walk, lady. You want to call a manager over something I have intentionally asked him to do many times?”
Bagger: *to me* “Have a nice day!”
Woman behind me: “Retard.”
(The cashier, who hasn’t said a word through the whole thing, looks at the woman calmly.)
Cashier: “Refusal of service for massive discrimination towards a valued employee, as well as a regular customer. You may leave your items here; we’ll shelve them later. Please leave.”
(She instead decides to cause a massive disturbance, eventually breaking a shelf, and needing to be physically restrained while the bagger leads me and another customer behind the cigarette counter for our safety. We have to wait for a cop to come.)
Bagger: “Still… coming next week?” *he looks worried*
Me: “Yep.”
(His smile made me really happy for the rest of the day.)
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