Speedy Checkout DownA Poem by JRI waive the Hispanic guy to go in front of me in Walmart already packed no speedy checkout him with his two cases of cheap beer American colors and other assorted crap, I didn’t see already packing my own nick knacks on the conveyor (fresh canvas, masking tape, watercolor paper in generic brand also American colors) and he’s gone as the checkout lady clacks the divider into its designated lane, the Hispanic guy, but turns to waive and nod before he goes because they had been calling me and I let him cut; overall a much better experience than the old white lady who got in line behind me with dust in her creases and who smelled like she s**t in her pants.
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Added on January 23, 2025 Last Updated on January 23, 2025 |

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