Saturday, September 28, 2019
Angry good deeds of hatred
Lately, more and more often, when I am on the automated check in machine in the early evening I empty all the bins that go to other branches. This is something required of the last person on the machine for the evening, and it is generally considered to be an annoying task. This is not something the second to last person tends to do, a truth I well know from regularly being the last person on the machine for many, many years.
Do I do this out of the kindness of my heart?
Eh, maybe. But mostly I think of it as a quiet way to call all the people who never did it for me assholes.