All I wanted to do was pick up a Father’s Day card and get home out of the rain, so I zipped into the Rite Aid parking lot and searched the card stock. While there, I got sidetracked by the nail polish, but thought better of it. As I was checking out, the tapping of my credit card wasn’t good enough, so I slid it into the reader, but that wasn’t working either. The teenybopper cashier peered over the counter.
CASHIER: Oh, flip it.
ME: And reverse it?
CASHIER: Hey! That’s one of my Mom’s favorite songs!
MY INNER VOICE: Shut the fuck up.
MY OUTER VOICE: And that’s how old I am!
CASHIER: Oh I like all the old jams.
MY EYES: Seriously, shut the fuck up.
It’s getting more and more difficult not to choose violence these days.
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