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Expressionless she didn't feel the need to greet me or to look in my direction just let the high pitched beeping of the scanner fill the emptiness and motivate her mechanic movements packing the produce into red plastic bags unflinching impatience was evident and yet she remained expressionless as I foolishly pressed the wrong button under the weight of her gaze on my stiff fingers until she printed the receipt Just then in the clear plastic bag one jalapeño the special - pound for two dollars just then she catches it and under my watchful gaze I hear that beep again but now a quiet chuckle fills the gap as the machine reads 0.01$ So I laugh too fumble for a cent and put it carefully in her palm
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
An Ode to the Free Market
Expressionless she didn't feel the need to greet me or to look in my direction just let the high pitched beeping of the scanner fill the emptiness and motivate her mechanic movements packing the produce into red plastic bags unflinching impatience was evident and yet she remained expressionless as I foolishly pressed the wrong button under the weight of her gaze on my stiff fingers until she printed the receipt Just then in the clear plastic bag one jalapeño the special - pound for two dollars just then she catches it and under my watchful gaze I hear that beep again but now a quiet chuckle fills the gap as the machine reads 0.01$ So I laugh too fumble for a cent and put it carefully in her palm
ekaterina-pietsch
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
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