Arthur looked at his modest paycheck. He wanted a new car, and he wanted to take his girlfriend out for a real steak dinner. But he looked around the store—at the polished floors, the "Where Shopping is a Pleasure" sign, and the fact that most of his coworkers had been there for twenty years.
One Tuesday, after six months on the clock, Arthur sat down with his store manager, Diane. She handed him a packet. "You’ve hit your hours, Artie," she said, tapping the folder. "Time to decide if you want to be an owner." buy publix stock
As he walked toward the exit, a young bagger asked him, "Is it worth it, Mr. Arthur? Staying this long?" Arthur looked at his modest paycheck
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Arthur had bagged groceries at the same Publix on 10th Street since he was seventeen. He knew which customers wanted their eggs in a separate bag and who liked to chat about the local high school football scores. But mostly, he knew the "Publix way."