It wasn't like I was consciously counting.
But with the continuous voice of the cashier ringing in my ear as she asked for help every minute and a half...it really was difficult to not keep a mental timer going.
Because, honestly. How was she able to be so consistent about it. I'd kept track. Without fail she'd managed for the last half hour to call for back up or other assistance every minute and a half. She was maybe a couple of seconds off.
"Backup to the front please."
I wince, growling under my breath as her voice rang once more in my air.
Seriously?
Very nearly I was tempted to 'bump' into her the next time I was in reach and discretely turn off her radio so we would no longer need to hear her. This was getting...well beyond ridiculous. Who needed that much assistance? Honestly.
-Inspiration from a coworker
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