I was closing with The Expert for the first time and they were clearing the store and parking lot as i was counting down my til. I hear "whose truck? Whose truck is that? Cynthia is that your truck?"
I was counting so only half my brain was working so i go "i drive a crossover suv"
But The Expert kept saying "Truck this. Truck that. Only rich people drive trucks."
this tickled me to death and i stupidly say "its paid off, too!"
And she "ohhhh she rubs it in. Imma have a talk with Ms. (Hr Manager)"
Aaaand the jealousy begins.
If y'all got real jobs and weren't such slackers, youd have nice things, too. And this was after id worked the register by myself because no other cashiers like to come in for their shifts on Sunday (which is a big reason i even got the job)