"Hey there... sexy."
Cargo shorts, anime tee, and a patchy enough beard to complete the look, the man standing at the desk breathed a little louder than necessary as he waited for the cashier's attention. She sighed.
"What can I do for you sir?"
"More like what I can do for you... later," the man said, contorting his face into the approximation of a wolfish grin. "If you know what I mean."
"Sir, this is a bakery," the cashier stated. The man paused.
"I'd... like to feel your buns?"
"Sir."
"Sorry."
"I can call my manager over."
"Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Just don't be a creep. What do you want?"
"What do you want tonight?"
"Sir."
"What? That one was honest?"
"Sir, I'm a simple cashier at a bakery."
"But I'm- but you're-" the man paused.
"Ask me for some bread or pastries. Then pay and go."
"I'd like some bread?"
"Sure. White, wheat, whole grain, rye, pumpernickel-"
"Whole wheat please."
"Would you like me to slice that?"
"Y-yes?"
"Okay," the cashier said and grabbed a loaf of whole wheat. She ran the slicer, pointedly ignoring the man at the counter. Only after she'd bagged it and stapled the bag shut did she speak again.
"This is the part where you pay and leave."
"Okay," the man said, defeated. A moment later and he was out the door.
The cashier's manager made her way to the counter and looked the cashier right in the eyes.
"You and your husband are fucking weird."
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