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Six people in every line, I wait the time, it's really fine. I'm sure they're busy, no need to tizzy, The cashier looks dizzy in a rush. While the man in front of me is getting flushed He's yelling incoherently for all to see, Apologies, sir, the rest of us Have no place to be as you believe. The line is moving, placing everything on the conveyor They're out of plastic so they bag in paper. The cashier scans all of it in ten seconds flat "Cash or card, sir?" I forgot my wallet. Time to put it all back
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 7:49 PM UTC
Grocery Blues
Six people in every line, I wait the time, it's really fine. I'm sure they're busy, no need to tizzy, The cashier looks dizzy in a rush. While the man in front of me is getting flushed He's yelling incoherently for all to see, Apologies, sir, the rest of us Have no place to be as you believe. The line is moving, placing everything on the conveyor They're out of plastic so they bag in paper. The cashier scans all of it in ten seconds flat "Cash or card, sir?" I forgot my wallet. Time to put it all back
ryan-maroni
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 7:49 PM UTC
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