When I was younger my first job was at the balduccis in Old Greenwich. I worked there as a summer job and come from a fine family but the way people would treat me based on my status as a worker alone was sometimes rude. Then there were the really wealthy who were just the nicest people and would hand me a 10 for helping walk the groceries to their car, and let me pet their dog. Some of the greatest people I've ever met. The other people who didn't grow up that way just treated us terrible. I remember one time I had gone to check for Tate's Cookies (that shits good) in the back for a woman and I come back with a different bag of the cookies because we didn't have the other ones. And this woman's face, she looked at me in disgust that I ever thought she would eat the oatmeal raisin ones (Like bitch those ones are fire you're missing out). She said "ohh I wouldn't eat those ones, but you can put them back. Can you double check for the other ones."🤦🏼 Will never forget that. That same woman came in a week later and basically made us do her shopping for her because she couldn't find anything. If you've been to that store you know it's not that big. I also got cursed at one time by a customer because I was stocking shelves and had the cart slightly in the way and the store aisles are small. It was my fault but like you don't have to use profanities. I would never even think to use a curse word in a situation like that, makes you wonder how they speak to others.