"No problem, ma'am." the cash registers beeped and employees and customers chattered like a far off stream that click the one that you feel when you turn off the conveyor belt that brings me the groceries always feels like i'm saying goodbye too early i like my job a little too much i think
stepping away from the register, i asked her "ma'am would you like me to push the cart for you?" thankfully she said yes. i like pushing carts because it gives me something to do with my arms and then i dont have to swing them around like an awkward neanderthal
small talk its difficult for me. my thoughts drifted to school i had an assignment due in a couple days. i need to work on that later i tell myself
they can never remember where they park every time i quietly chuckle to myself how could anyone forget?
we arrive at the car a little red thing i **** at cars. "did you want everything in the trunk?" routine assistance. heavy items first, eggs and bread on top or in the front seat. finished
"ok ma'am, anything else i can do for you today?" i could already hear her answer. either some sort of joke, or just a graceful no. i was wrong though.