I always have extreme anxiety when I checkout at Safeway
It's always a rush, the cashier puts her hand at the mouth of the register
preemptively waiting for the receipt to shoot out
rushing me
The cashier, she looks up at me. I want to ask her, her name,
how was her day?
Her name-tag says "Celine"
her name-tag rushes me too
underneath her name is her phone number
and her likes and dislikes
I feel like, we know each other I know her now
This relationship is moving too quick
I guess we're rushing it
My lips part to ask her...
She has a Pink Button on her black apron that says "Not Free This Friday"
I type my phone number to get club savings
4153074203
she lets out a slight sigh
I'm going to slow
I swipe my card, hit
Enter to accept charges
No to decline cash-back
YES to donate a dollar to support Al Qaeda
-Excerpt from How I Accidentally Sponsored Terrorism
stalker! (I know, it's ironic coming from the one person who always comment on your blog... but that's how I know that you are 1)
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