“How is your day?” the cashier asked as he scanned the items one by one in slow motion. He looked to be in his late 20’s. The middle aged woman ahead of me wore a dark pants suit and looked to be in a hurry. It appeared there would be pasta for dinner in her house tonight.
My kids would love spaghetti and meatballs…
“Just fine. You?” She murmured politely as she pulled out her wallet.
“Terrible! It has been a terrible day. I woke up this morning to a text from my parents saying they are raising my rent. How can they do that? Raising the rent?!?!!!?! I live in their house! How DARE they?”
He went on to rant for several minutes about how he was just going to have to find somewhere else else to live and it was not fair. What were they trying to get him to leave?
The woman stood awkwardly waiting on the receipt. He waved it around for emphasis as he told his story, effectively holding her hostage. Eventually she cleared her throat and held out her hand, offering no sympathy. Finally he handed the paper over. She grabbed the plastic sack and practically ran out of the store.
“How’s your day going?” he asked me as the scanner bleeped my few items.
“Just fine,” I said, stopping there.
“I guess they do want me to move out, huh?” He looked crestfallen.