When I was a really, really little kid, I walked up to a heavyset woman in a grocery store and called her a fat old windbag for no reason. She couldn't understand my high pitched little boy voice, so she asked what I said, and I repeated it at least two times before my mom grabbed me by the arm and dragged me away.

So there's that.

When I was a young teenager, my mom and I were walking in the front doors of the only grocery store in the small town. There were two shirtless kids (probably 7 and 9 years old, I guess) begging just outside the door. When we got into the store my mom turned to me and said, "Did you see the whip marks all over their backs?" and then just did her shopping as per usual. The whole time I felt shell-shocked wondering why nobody was doing a damn thing about it!

Another one from my grocery store days: Whenever a shoplifter was caught in the store where I worked, they were brought to the manager's office and held until the police arrived to arrest them. The manager and a couple of other supervisors would basically interrogate the person while waiting, and if it were a female, a female employee needed to be present so they couldn't turn around and say that they were assaulted or harrassed by the male employees while in the office. I was usually the one they had come into the office while waiting for the police.

One time, they'd called me in for a female shoplifter, and during the waiting for the police, the manager made the woman remove all the items from her person that she'd hidden and tried to get out of the store with. So out from her purse came some canned corn, a bottle of gravy master, a box of rice, and then from inside her shirt, she pulled out a 10 pound canned ham!! I immediately split a gut laughing when the ham came out and had to turn and face the wall so as not to break the seriousness of the situation, because the manager and supervisors had smiles creeping across their faces!!
Cripes, she had a whole Sunday dinner in her bra!!

I was standing in a grocery store on day a few years ago, and there was this little kid running around. You know how they are, their heads are still too big for their bodies, and their necks aren't strong enough to properly hold all that weight yet, so when they run the head goes first and the body has to try and catch up, resulting in a small, living battering ram.

Anyway, as I said, I was standing around and this little shit was charging around trying to catch up with his unusually large head, and of course the inevetable happens.... He charges head first, full speed right into my balls. I almost threw up he hit me so hard. And of course he just turned around and went right on running somewhere else, and no one knew why I was suddenly doubled over in pain and coughing madly. That was not my best shopping experience

Back when I was sixteen, I’d gotten a summer job at this grocery store in town. It was still during my first week there when some guy came up and wanted to buy some 2-liters of soda that were on sale. For whatever reason, the computer wouldn’t ring them up as being on sale, so I told the guy to hold on a second and I’d have the manager come and override the price.

The guy completely freaks out, tells me I’m trying to cheat him, that idiot high school whores like me are what’s wrong with the country, and then he runs to the back of the store and brings back the sale sticker, then slams it down on the checkout counter and yells, “There! See that!?” Luckily my manager came over and told the jerk to leave the premises or he would call the police.