Oh man... FUCK grocery store work. It's as bad as being a server in a restaurant; according to the customer, everything is your fault. And I love how people always tried to argue with me about prices, "Oh, this should be this much, I saw it for this, I want it for less," like... go ***** at a manager like they care. You're going to haggle at a Food Basics? Ugh. Ooh! This one time, a lady came back in the store with a bag of milk that was leaking, and she flips out at me, even though I was stocking the bakery. Seriously? Step off, lest I break this frozen ciabatta over your thick head, you cow.