Ugh I hated that job. People would put mix the trolley sizes in each queue in the corral and I would want to release anthrax. I would be able to predict who was going to block up a corral of small trolleys with their jumbo trolley, just from the shape of their stupid hanging face.
As an introvert, doing a “cart run” was my temporary reprieve from the horrors of retail.
Ugh I hated that job. People would put mix the trolley sizes in each queue in the corral and I would want to release anthrax. I would be able to predict who was going to block up a corral of small trolleys with their jumbo trolley, just from the shape of their stupid hanging face.