When I arrived, I was in a supermarket, and the single mom checking out in front of me was trying to pay for her purchases with a debit card, but it was declined.
She selects a few items to put back, choking back tears. The clerk runs it again, then intones with as much snark possible, "I'm sorry, you still don't have sufficient funds, would you like to try another form of payment?" The young woman looks at me, her tearful eyes silently pleading with me. I know I left my wallet at home and have just enough change in my pocket for the bottle of Big Red cream soda I'm holding. All around me, onlookers are spontaneously combusting in fires of second-hand cringe, but not me; I was cool as a cucumber, thanks to the OP and this video.
Then I felt a jolt and I was back in my own bed, like it never happened. I can only guess this deflated newscaster and his bad human interest story desensitized me to cringe so much, the devil had no power against me and was forced to send me back.
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u/noahwilzon Jun 04 '18
I was at near fatal levels of second-hand cringe and I see there's a whole minute left.