When I was a small boy, I wanted to be a cowboy. Today, I came close. My manager came up to me and says "Go round up the carts". So I go pick-up a cart hook and head to the parking lot. It's a nice day with a slight breeze so it's good to be outside.
Basically cart duty goes like this. Step 1, leave shade. Step 2, empty carts from designated area. Step 3, return them to store. Step 4, wait ten minutes. Step 5, repeat.
I go on like this for about an hour, every know and then, A middle-aged woman will walk up with a carriage, lean forward a little, and shout, "DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE THE CART WITH YOU KNOW?". After this happens a few times, I start to realize they think I am mentally retarded.
Sure, I'm not really a genius, but i speaka da English pretty good. Besides, it's hard not to look retarded pushing ten carts around. These people just don't get that a guy can work in a Supermart Parking Lot and not be retarded.
I just want a t-shirt i can wear that says "I AM NOT RETARDED, PLEASE DON'T SHOUT".
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