Day One Hundred and Thirty-Two
-Some days, I interact with less than amiable guests, and I feel that there can be only very little good in the world. Some days, I am reminded of just how small a baby’s hands are, and I know that the world is not all that bad.
-Due to a series of injuries from the manliest of stunts and certainly not my own inadequacy as a functional human being, my thumbs spent the better half of my shift wrapped up in bright blue bandages. Despite the hit to my dexterity and disadvantage on all thumb-based maneuvers, the bonus to flair `checks that I received made it overall worthwhile.
-For the duration of his mother’s purchase, a boy threw each bag into the cart the second that I set it down. When asked why he was slam dunking the groceries, he explained that he was attempting to compete with me and my speed. Usually, I like to know when I am being challenged, but in this case, I did not mind. I still effortlessly slaughtered this usurper without the slightest clue.
-I witnessed the same skeleton of an elderly man walk into the store four times; however, I never once saw him leave. I do hope he escapes his time loop soon, as I have to close tonight, and I would rather not lock in such a tortured soul.
-A woman made certain that I knew I was lucky to have the job that I did, as it was air conditioned, and I was not in a ditch. This truly changed my perspective on life. The thought that I was not working in a ditch had never once occurred to me. The thought that I was, in fact, working in a ditch had never occurred to me, either, but I suppose it is always best to be cognizant of this sort of thing.
-Over the past week or so, I have been handed a great number of bills with the message, “Where is George?” scrawled on them. I do not know what sort of conspiracy is afoot, but I do not wish to be the one to tell these passionate hunters that the man they seek cannot be found, as Washington has been dead for several years now.
-A crow in the parking lot stumbled across the mother lode of fallen popcorn. I am thrilled by his good fortune, and I deeply enjoyed watching this lucky boy living his best life.