Thought I’d reblog this following reading a post from Pam at Butterfly Sand
A smile covers miles of emotion!
She sat in her usual position, third from the right by the door.
In the draught, as usual.
The heater under her seat didn’t work. As usual.
Another day, another buck.
Reaching to her left, she scanned the goods, not bothering to see if they were condoms or fresh veg, though sometimes she smiled at the irony of cucumbers and bananas as they flew through her hands.
She was good at this, having perfected her speed on remote control and was one of the fastest checkouts in the West. Oh to have two guns and say ‘Hands Up!’ to some unsuspecting soul just to break the monotony.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Toiletries, chocolate, oils, biscuits, ready meals, all found their way one way or another into someone’s bag. Even the age of the customer didn’t vary that much in the choice of products that went across her…
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