He has been here a grand total of four months. He is late twice a week. He calls me "Mr. Boss Man," and I am certain he does not know my actual name.

But he has a certain je ne sais quoi. A jawline that could cut glass and a full head of hair — thick, almost aggressively thick — and every customer in produce asks for him by name.

Tabitha printed the certificate on *my* grocery's color printer, which she has *never* once done for *anyone* else. She even laminated it. She has never laminated anything in the decade-something I have had to withstand her ghastly presence.

She hung it next to my notes on the refrigerator.

I stood in the break room and looked at the three things on the wall: Chad's laminated certificate, my "How dare they" note, and my "This is fine.™" note. I could not determine which one was the most honest.

I nominated him because no one has ever looked at me the way the customers look at him.

How dare they.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5838722&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310764#49697660)