The lifer.
She meant to go to college, but eh, too much work. Studying and Scantrons really weren't her thing, and besides, $8.50 an hour is pretty decent. It's not like she couldn't afford a higher education or that she wasn't smart enough, she just didn't feel like trying. The lifer tends to get involved with other employees, hoping to soon become impregnated which would give some meaning to her vapid life. Everything she does involves the grocery store in some shape or form. She even comes in on her day off to do the grocery shopping. There's always an excuse for why she's wasting her life--her abusive mother, her absent father, her broken car, but it's never her or her lack of will power. As much as the lifer would like to believe the contrary, she'll die under those fluorescent lights and everyone will take off work to attend her funeral.

The pubescent boy.
Pimply, scrawny, scratchy of voice. His mother picks him up because it's still five months till he gets his license. Expired coupon? He'll let it slide. Forgotten item underneath the cart? Not like he'll notice. Ten-year-old trying to buy cigarettes? He'll hand him a lighter. This kind keeps to himself and only pauses his iPod briefly to converse about girls, donuts and video games to other fifteen-year-olds who sit next to him on his break. While on register he dreams of an unprecedented high score on Guitar Hero, but you wouldn't know if he is awake or not because his shaggy "skater" hair covers half his face. Every once in awhile, some friends from school stop in and sneak onto his line, and the pubescent boy shows signs of life as he gurgles and spits along with his fellow awkward teenage brotherhood. If he doesn't get fired for stealing Hershey's bars, he'll quit on a Thursday afternoon so he can party on Friday night.

The weird kid who hits on everyone.
He was really, really nice to you the first day you worked. He showed you where the bathroom was and how to use the time clock. He sat next you on break and feigned an interest in your life. Then he asked for your number, and now he wants to hang out. This kid is usually taking business classes at the community college but working full time at the grocery store till there's an opening in his dad's lucrative business. Or so he tells you. He seems nice enough and he isn't bad looking, but for some reason everyone else seems to be giving you a look of, is that pity? when he sits next to you. Hang out with him after work and he'll show you his subwoofers, his DVD collection and probably his penis, if you let him. His breath smells like old Cheetos if you're naive enough to kiss him, you'll receive bland text messages of "Hey whats up" and "How R U" at the oddest of hours until he finally gets the hint after you ignore him at work for the next three weeks that you aren't interested, in which case he'll promptly move onto the next new girl he spots.

The woman who takes her job way too seriously.
It's just a grocery store for crying out loud, but not to this woman. This is her career. She's important because she's got somewhat of a managerial position and she tells people what to do. Although she's not the manager, she has authority, and nobody better mess with her. She plays by the rules. She barks out orders. You'd better have your nametag and a white shirt on in front of her or else you'd be breaking dress code, and god forbid people come to shop for canned soup and see you're not wearing your name tag and they'll be scarred for all eternity.

The politically correct employee.
He's not ready for society and he goes to a special school but he makes the grocery store seem like a caring, well-rounded place that provides employment for individuals from all walks of life, or at least individuals from walks of life who threaten to sue said establishment for discrimination. So he has anger problems and screams at people and the seasoned customers avoid his line. So he continuously puts the milk on top of the bread no matter how many times you tell him not to. Everyone deserves a chance to work, even those who throw fits at inappropriate times. Well he won't shout and cry if he gets his way, so we'll just appease him even though he sucks as a cashier so we can avoid a very public lawsuit stating that we don't hire people with special needs.

The cheerful grandmother.
She's had her kids and they've had their kids, and now she's bored and needs a job. Women in her day didn't dream of going to college, and now that the significant other is no longer living and the kids are grown it's time to enter the work force. She always bring her own lunch and never fails to offer you some, adding in bits and pieces of time-tested wisdom every now and then. She's kind, polite and sometimes sassy and everyone adores her. She comes from a generation where people bagged their own groceries and didn't believe in doctors and she has no intent on retiring at 65.