Standing at the checkout stand, the Arab clerk scowls angrily at me as I lay my items on the counter. I have to wonder:
- Has he just had a bad day, and he’s in a crappy mood?
- Did he get chewed out by his boss, and he hasn’t gotten over it, yet?
- Was the last customer a jackass, and he is justifiably ticked?
- Or, is he thinking – You bastard son of an infidel camel! Why have you come to my country?! I will kill you when I get off work at 11pm!
Think about that the next time you’re in Target.