The serpentine route led me in and out of all the little "everydays" I would need to collect for everyday. The luminescent lights cast down so brightly the must have surely been an affront to the moon. Poor moon. I still appreciate your glow. My sprained wheel wiggled helpless to keep up with its friends and ultimately made the whole cart tilt far to the right. I overcompesanted its tug and pushed through the store.
"Excuse me sir?" I whirled around in male anticipation driven by the prospect of a pretty face peering back at me upon hearing the subtle doe like whisper of a women who embraces her sexuality far to much. I was right, and she was there, and she was grand. How nice.
"Uh... yes?" I tried my best to appear uninterested.
"Yeah, could you, like, tell me where the soap is?" My god she could be on the other end of a smutty phone line. I was curious as to why she might ask me, maybe a childish ploy to speak to me.
"Yeah, I, think they are somewhere over there." Pointing in whichever random direction my finger led me. I smiled. She furrowed her brow. Had I done something wrong? She let out a little exasperated pant.
"Eh ok. Thanks." She walked off in the direction that could have been taking her far far away from her desired destination. What an odd occurrence. Disappointed I started pushing to cart off, but forgetting about my worthless friend, met the end of the cart with the beginning of a very large, surprisingly unbalanced, shelf. The sound of various merchandise falling from various height made adequate noise. I looked up to spot the doe voiced girl wiggling away with even a glance back. A employee rushed to location.
"Jesus! Is it your first day?" The loss of hair and gain of girth portrayed the age of the man, and his personality, far too well. The tone of his voice caught me off guard, I had never had an employee yell at me, and so I stood with my mouth hanging down and an expression of air as my only form of communication. "Fine, whatever, whatever, just get out of here. Go do something else." I followed his orders and quickly fled the store.
"Have a nice day," the patronizing man in front yelled as I left.
***
I was wearing their employees' colors. How nice.
"Excuse me sir?" I whirled around in male anticipation driven by the prospect of a pretty face peering back at me upon hearing the subtle doe like whisper of a women who embraces her sexuality far to much. I was right, and she was there, and she was grand. How nice.
"Uh... yes?" I tried my best to appear uninterested.
"Yeah, could you, like, tell me where the soap is?" My god she could be on the other end of a smutty phone line. I was curious as to why she might ask me, maybe a childish ploy to speak to me.
"Yeah, I, think they are somewhere over there." Pointing in whichever random direction my finger led me. I smiled. She furrowed her brow. Had I done something wrong? She let out a little exasperated pant.
"Eh ok. Thanks." She walked off in the direction that could have been taking her far far away from her desired destination. What an odd occurrence. Disappointed I started pushing to cart off, but forgetting about my worthless friend, met the end of the cart with the beginning of a very large, surprisingly unbalanced, shelf. The sound of various merchandise falling from various height made adequate noise. I looked up to spot the doe voiced girl wiggling away with even a glance back. A employee rushed to location.
"Jesus! Is it your first day?" The loss of hair and gain of girth portrayed the age of the man, and his personality, far too well. The tone of his voice caught me off guard, I had never had an employee yell at me, and so I stood with my mouth hanging down and an expression of air as my only form of communication. "Fine, whatever, whatever, just get out of here. Go do something else." I followed his orders and quickly fled the store.
"Have a nice day," the patronizing man in front yelled as I left.
***
I was wearing their employees' colors. How nice.
