As I’ve mentioned in a million threads, I work in a Kroger in a very bad part of my small, impoverished city.
I really hate the job, the company policies, most of the employees, and most of the customers but I try to keep it to myself. Ignore any nasty smells, pretend not to hear any snide remarks, try not to take it to heart when the drunks curse me out when I refuse to sell them more alcohol. Just smile, do my job well, and earn my minimum wage.
I was wrapping up another lousy night. It was just a short shift, but we were catching major shit by the enraged bottle-depositing customers because our machines were broken (a constant at the store. Everything in the store is a hand-me-down from others.) Didn’t get out on time since there were some last minute people still moseying down the aisles, ignoring the closing announcement.
It was a normal night. It would get better once I headed home to fall asleep and wake up for school in the morning. My boyfriend, just arriving for his night shift, bought me the prettiest bouquet of flowers we had! I couldn’t wait to get them into some water!
We walk outside. Something looks wrong as I approach the car, but what?
It’s not banged up. There doesn’t seem to be more key scratches than usual. I’ve made sure to park far away from the normal lot traffic to make sure this doesn’t happen anymore. With all the crime I know that is going on in this area, it makes walking across the unlit lot feel all the more scarier.
“What? No. Nooo…No way. What the ffffuuuuu?”
I don’t know about other places, but in Michigan you have to put a registration tab on your license plate. They last for one year and are renewed on the month of your birthday.
I regularly drive my father’s car, and his birthday was today. Brand new tab, good for a year.
Looking at the plate, I notice that it’s bent outward a bit. I drift to the corner and realize that the tab is missing. Not just that tab, but the whole piece of the plate itself. It looks like somebody hastily took garden shears to the license plate for the tab.
It took a bit for that to actually register with me. Hell to be honest, I don’t even know how much it costs, I only do it once a year. But without that tab, I can’t drive the car legally.
I pretty much lost it right there. Drove home, showed my dad (Happy Birthday, indeed!) and we called the police. Two and a half hours later and we’re still waiting on them. I know they’re not going to show. I should’ve gone straight to the station, but I’ve never done anything like this before. We can’t drive the car legally. The tag will only be $5 to replace but I don’t know how long it will take to get it and I have no idea what we will have to do with the old, damaged plate.
I’m so mad. I work so hard at such a miserable job in a dangerous part of town. I earn next to nothing, get verbally abused on a daily basis, and no matter how hard I work or how polite/quick/efficient I am, I will never be rewarded.
I’ve already accepted that fact long ago. I guess…I guess I thought that perhaps if I worked hard that I’d be safe, karmically. It’s a silly thought.
But then some scum has to sink to a new low, one that I never even thought of (and we have people stealing salsa by shoving it down their pants, or hiding meat in bottle return bags to sneak back out and resell for alcohol money here!)
I’m sorry for the rant. I just can’t believe that somebody could be so selfish and desperate to take shears to the car just to avoid the yearly payment of a registration tab. I’m really upset about primarily this, having to work at that place, and the runaround we were given by the police when we called them. This was way too mundane for the pit.