Last week, I went to Wal-Mart to exchange some workout shorts I had gotten in a wrong size (sigh…postpartum weight problems). I considered myself lucky because there was only one person in line at Customer Service. However, looking over at the actual registers, there was a long line wrapping around all the registers for the self-checkouts and the “20 items or less” lines. I was glad I didn’t have to deal with that.
As the man in front of me was being helped, an older white woman who had a slight European accent came up and asked the young employee to talk to whoever was in charge of the store. Immediately, I rolled my eyes inside my head–probably an irritated senior citizen going to complain about a product and wanted to talk to the higher-ups.(First way I was being judgemental)