Personal Narrative: A Day At My Work

Every day at my work starts off as normal. I walk up the stairs to punch in my four-digit code, and I get to work begging people’s groceries. Asking my same set of questions over and over again man dated by the company. Did you find everything you were looking for today, would you like paper or plastic, any fuel saver, coupons, or discounts? After those we then had to wish everyone a happy day, even if we hated them. I swear working at a grocery store is one of the most soul sucking jobs you can have. The only thing that makes it worth are those very special conversions that you get to over hear while people are in the check-out line, and this is the story of one that will forever stick with me.
I remember starting off the day hating my job.

Did you find everything you were looking for today, would you like paper or plastic, any fuel saver, coupons, or discounts? The questions rattled off if as second nature to me. I spoke them so fluently that one could presume that I could speak them in twenty-five different languages. When the time came, he inserted his card, and I knew why he had became angry with The Vet. The name that pop up on the card was Joe Masuda. I instantaneously recognized the last name as Japanese and the first as American. As soon as he was done he angrily pushed his cart off and left without a word. As I meekly said” have a wonderful day” he did not ever look back. “You know what young man I am having a wonderful day.” The Vet said bursting with enthusiasm. Before I could say anything he started to speak again “I would like paper, here is my fuel saver, and no coupons or discounts. He continued to speak effortlessly “That was one of the nicest people I have ever met. I love meeting people from Vietnam!” He was clearly talking about Mr. Masuda the American-Japanese man. I felt a warm sensation cover my body, it was one of embarrassment and empathy for Mr. Masuda. I could not blame The Vet he was trying to be nice, but in the process, he had said something extremely inappropriate. It hanged in the air awkwardly. It was not like he meant to be rude, like the normal bigoted type of racism, the stuff you see a standard Republican politician saying, but that of liberal trying to connect with another race that they have only seen in films, trying to prove that they were the cool, understanding, new age white guy. I felt that it was better that he was racist in this way, but it still was not acceptable. The only thing I could thick was thank god it was the liberal type of racism, and not the conservative type. Otherwise I hate to see what Mr. Masuda reaction would have been. In the end the only thing I could do was to laugh at and condemn The