The Customer and the Cashier

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You ever notice how in the world, emotions are usually split into two or more variants concerning each?

You're probably confused, so lemme explain. For example, take happiness. There are two types of that - the "optimistic happy", where an individual could just frolic around without a care in the world while a fuckin' shootout goes on besides them (see - borderline insanity), or the "calm happy" - the cool cat who wears a leather trenchcoat wielding a pair of thick-rimmed sunglasses and could send a chick's panties in a bunch just by flicking their hair at her (pompous bastard.)

And then there's anger. I had an old friend who went by the name of Benny. He worked as a cashier at Wal Mart for a decade and a half. It doesn't seem like a tough job, but trust me, it is - from the second Benny stared working there, his life went to Hell in a handbasket. From that very second he stepped into that Godforsaken hellhole they call Wal Mart, what with its horrible clothing sales and preppy kiddy product vomit, his silent rage he had been holding in for so long increased and increased.

May 2009 was when he finally snapped. I was there, and I witnessed all of it. As soon as that one customer made that stupid fucking snide remark about some Hasbro toy being too expensive, Benny lost it. Benny's head inflated, turned redder than a beet in the blazing summer sun and the next thing you know, there was just red sticky stuff all over the place, and Benny's headless body just writhing around on the floor like a grotesque human fish. Almost the scariest thing I've ever seen.

Because y'know, just like happiness, or sadness, or any other emotion really, there are two types of anger in this world. Explosive, which is the most common, is the type of individual you see screaming at a butler for not doing the dishes. Implosive, which is Benny's type, is the cashier at the store who remains quiet at his job day after day until he then finally loses it and just shoots everyone in the store. You're the cashier.



Credited to Cheese Lord

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