grocery cart wrangler

dear grocery cart wrangler,
do you like your job? i've seen you out here more than once, and you you're never smiling but you seem like you might be happy. i think it's just that your eyes are small that makes it seem like your more upset than you are. i think you are probably what real cowboys looked like: thin, and kind of gaunt with a naturally suspicious glare. but like, you both really love being out in the open air or something.

today you were pretty relaxed as you waited for all the ladies to get out of the little grocery cart stall. and it even took a while because they had to test and make sure they didn't get a wonky-wheeled one.

i think i would like to get carts too, if the only other option were working inside. just today my cashier (the main wearing a full head covering dred cap even though he didn't have dreds and thick rimmed glasses) freaked out and yelled, "oh my God!" when this woman tried to have him void 15cent piece of poster board. i mean, that really is annoying but you just can't yell at people in the face. i tried telling him about last week when i dropped my eggs down the stairs (to try and cover for the fact that he shot my onion across the scanner ski ball style causing it to hit the counter hard) and he didn't think it was at all funny. the bagger did though and it made me feel better.

if he keeps things up he might replace my favorite bagger (the boy who tried to guess what you're going to make by your groceries and then tells you that he hopes you enjoy it). he was in the line next to me today and said to a mom of her baby's shoes, "may i ask you if those are socks or shoes?" to which she replied, "both."

no wonder you like working outside. hats off to you brother! xo!