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Wait Until Your Mother Works Here

by writeorbust

The glass plates of the U-Scan at the local supermarket are covered with grime. The scanner I'm using looks as if a three year old has wiped a runny nose on it, and it's also covered with frozen peas and carrots. I flick them away in a fit of pique, hoping to hit the desultory bitch at the U-Scan monitor station. After scanning and bagging my items, I make a brief stop to let the girl know the scanners could use a good cleaning. She looks at me as if I’m speaking Lithuanian and goes back to doing nothing. Things will be a lot different when I’m working here, I vow to myself, laughing maniacally.

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writeorbust lives in Pennsylvania with a rotating cast of cats and family members. She writes short stories, poetry, and plays on the backs of envelopes. A few have made into print and production.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm not quite used to shopping for groceries yet. But I noticed that the self checkout scanners at our local Publix were a snotty mess. That you got the tale well told in 6 sentences amazes me. OldMack

neil said...

Definitely one of the richer, more descriptive pieces. well done.

RomanceWriter said...

LOL at this line
She looks at me as if I’m speaking Lithuanian and goes back to doing nothing.

Love that.