Tori Long flipped the switch that turned off the numbered sign of her register. The customer continued to unload her grocery cart, unaware that she would be Tori’s last customer of the afternoon.
As the Super One Foods employee scanned the customer’s items, she chatted pleasantly with the harried mother. The young blonde smiled tightly as her toddler continued to whine and fuss.
“One sixty nine eighty two,” Tori announced and fixed the smile on her face while the woman now tried to locate her credit card.
“Jesus, bitch, stood there with a stick up your bony ass whole time; why didn’t you look for the card then?” Tori wanted to say.
“Damn it, did I? No, no, here,” the woman muttered.
“Debit or credit?” Tori politely asked, preparing to hit the appropriate key. Continue reading