Feminine Mean Streak

There's a new cashier at the grocery store. He's the first guy I've seen at the job. Watching him work up the nerve to check out my bag of Stayfrees was pretty hilarious. He actually stood there for a second, staring at them. Then, he grabbed them real quick and tried to scan them. They didn't scan, so he had to fumble with the package to find the barcode. By then, he's all frantic and almost hot-potato throws the pack into a bag. If I had known it was going to be that entertaining, I would've bought something really embarrassing!

Today's fic is a depressing one. I got some bad mood out on it though.