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Local supermarket check-out-kid Roger (18) is reportedly going against the grain in his workplace of seven, sometimes eight.

For one, he doesn’t say shit to anyone that isn’t his immediate boss or a customer.

And two, he refuses to join any of his colleagues during smoko in the 2×2 metre staffroom out the back. Opting to take a bag of Twisties out to his car and roll the windows up.

The fact that Roger is always parked in the furthest, or second furthest car space is often brought into question. As is his mild conjunctivitis, and love of strawberry milk.

“Why doesn’t he just join us in the mop room” says Roger’s colleague, Graham, 49.

“These kids and their bloody iPods”

However, Roger’s boss, Sharlene says he couldn’t give a fuck.

“Mate, Rog is the cheapest and most consistent employee I have…”

“If that means he has to spend 45 minutes a shift ripping solos on the Gatorade sax, then he can cut off my hose if he wants”

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