It is upsetting to me that sometimes I forget to post to this.
On Friday this guy came to my register with ice cream, pudding, applesauce, and a teen girl magazine. I asked him for our membership card, then if he wanted any candy. (My suggestive sale stuff). He said no, because this stuff wasn't even for him. He motions behind him and says,
"For her. She just got one of her teeth pulled."
"Just one?"
"Well, one was traumatizing enough."
"Of course!"
I lean around the extra-large man, whom I assume is her father, and wish her a speedy recovery. Poor girl has a bloody piece of gauze hanging out of her mouth and her cheek is swollen.
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