Really? You're really gonna write an I, Anonymous about people being nice to you? You have got to be kidding me!? Lest you feel too important, let me let you in on a little secret. I work at said grocery store, and we don't give a fuck about your day, what you're making for dinner, and how pathetic your life is as a driveling alcoholic. In fact, I give you permission to not say a single work as you check out. My idea of a perfect day is one where I don't have to be fake nice to any of you demanding wankers. Go to hell.