The fellow working that register barely looked at me. Definitely didn't make eye contact. I'm pretty leniant and as far as service goes I'm not that easily perturbed so I ignored the irritated look on his face. He scans my groceries and slams them into the bag merry-go-round. He spits my total out at me. I'm confused at this point. What in the heck is wrong with this guy? I hand him my cost cutter scanny thingy and he scans it before thrusting my keys back at me. I give him my money and he all by throws my change at me. He grabs my receipt out of the register, hands it to me with a nasty sounding "Have a Nice Day". I was 3 seconds from responding, "Fuck you too." I mean his sign off sounded more like profanity then wishing someone well. The fact that I was just about ready to say that says a great deal because I am the world's least confrontational person and would rather ignore slights against me then raise much of a fuss.
I should have though. Especially when I went to take my bags of purchases out of the go-round thing and he snatched them from me and practically shoved them in my arms before beginning to ring up the guy behind me.
Still trying to figure out exactly what went wrong on that transaction. But seriously, unless he had some sort of personal issue with me (doubtful since I'd never seen him before that moment), I have to assume he hates his job.
And dude, if you hate your job so much that your customers know it without even talking to you, quit. Life's too short to be that miserable. And make everyone else around you miserable as well.