Chatty woman behind the register
It's never a good sign when the lady at the register is excited to see you. I don't recognize her, but she's looking at me like she knows me. This isn't good. I wish I had the time to switch registers, however the person in front of me just finished paying. Before I can even place my items on the belt, she begins to speak. She speaks quickly. She speaks to me so quickly that her tongue falls out of her mouth. I can only hope she'll take this as a sign to finally scan my items and release me from this retail hell. But she just picks up her tongue and places it back in her mouth. Each word literally pours out of her mouth, forming a pile of scattered words all over the floor. My heart breaks for the people who have to clean up this mess after we're done here. I haven't been listening to what she's been saying, but I can see some words on the floor that stand out to me. Words like pond and picnic are bigger than the rest so that probably means they're pretty important. It seems I was invited to a picnic by the pond. Sounds like it'd take a lot of energy. I'd rather stay at home and read horrible quotes from my favorite faux philosophers on the internet. But I agree anyway, just to get her to quit talking. I'm sure the janitors will thank me as well. Lucky for me this gets her to stop talking, but now she's just staring at me with a wide grin plastered on her face. Maybe I should have checked those words a little closer, or better yet listened. I have no idea about what I have just agreed to, but it shouldn't be too bad. I've dealt with worse in this place.
