What I’m really thinking: the supermarket checkout operator

Some days, after 10 hours of scanning and beeping, your refusal to acknowledge me is upsettingI make no judgments about your shopping; your eight cans of lager a day, your chocolate habit, your inability to resist doughnuts, your reliance on sliced white and spread. I scarcely register the contents of your trolley as I focus on the beeping, the speed and accuracy demanded of me, the struggle to give change when you find a few odd pennies you want to get rid of after I’ve rung up