So I was working a later shift and this man walked in and asked me if I could help him find grape juice. I asked him what kind and he said frozen, the cheapest. So I walked him over to the freezer section.
On the way, he confessed he was drunk and would never be able to find anything in this store. He also kept thanking me over and over when I pointed out the item or sales. He had trouble reading the list his buddy had apparently written him before sending him out into the cold night with very little common sense.
We spent maybe ten minutes looking, he pointed to the last item and asked, “Do you know what this is?”
He was so drunk he couldn’t read decent writing. So we get up to the till, and he hands me five dollars before I even start scanning any items. He says here.
Five dollars is not enough for the groceries. So I asked him what this was for.
He said it was a tip and society be damned if they say you don’t tip your cashiers. I left it where it was but said thank you. I got his groceries bagged up and he handed over some cash. I went to hand him his change and he was already waving telling me to add it to the tip pool.
Apparently I’d made some sort of impression on him as he asked for my name and shook my hand. Sadly I’m horrible with names.
I think it was Denis? Danny? David? Something like that. Hopefully he doesn’t remember me. Considering he was probably a regular.
Nickel Girl. My heart melted after she left. She was such a sweet little girl shopping with her mum. Her mum had just bought the purchase when this tiny girl with braids came up to the counter.
“I know I’m not here to buy anything.” Her voice was so quiet I almost had to lean over the counter to here her. “But I thought you were working hard so here’s a tip.”
And she slid a nickel across the counter. She was so shy, barely looking me in the eye and I almost died she was so cute. I thanked her for the coin and told her I loved her hair. She smiled before she waved and left.
All I could think about was how that girl was raised so right.And damn if my future kids aren’t as polite. I might scream.
This man is not my coworker but for a very long time I saw him practically everyday. He became so used to seeing me that he honestly asked me if I ever went home. This eventually escalated to ‘Blink twice if you’re being held hostage.’
He’s a very nice man that recently went through a divorce and is currently dating some woman who he doesn’t really mention a lot. We mostly talk about work. He gets called out to different places sometimes. He is by no means the police but he does something similar. He was recently promoted to supervisor. Around the same time I was I think. Either way we both apologized for the others promotion. Being in charge of idiots is a difficult thing. Luckily, I do not work with many idiots. Unfortunately, he does.
I get to here a few stories during the really slow times, apparently some woman thought someone was shooting around her house and he got her to safety before calling the cops.
The cops who had been there multiple times a week.
Turns out the furnace makes a lot of noise. That sounds like a gun.
He’s a very nice guy, a little paranoid. He’s got a call recorder cause he doesn’t trust people. He let me listen to one call where a girl prank called him and pretended that they’d broken up but wanted to get back together. Honestly her acting was flawless but you could tell that she was not confused when he told her she had the wrong number.
Overall one of the better customers. 10//10 would interact with again.
So I just finished reading The Fate of the Tearling and I have to say I was not disappointed but neither was I super into the ending. I did cry. But that’s beside the point. This was a fantastic trilogy, well-written and the characters were so realistic in the way they bantered it was almost like the author recorded actual events in a mystical land.
I originally thought it was a fantasy book, and though it has a lot of fantasy elements I have to say it’s probably more sci-fi then fantasy near the end. It’s this beautiful happy medium between the two.
I’m not very good at describing things I’ve read, as my 7th grade teacher has said more than once. But I really did enjoy these books, I loved Kelsea the main protagonist. She was not over done, she was not perfect, and she was not always a good person. She had doubts and people doubted her too. Even those closest to her sometimes thought she needed a firm grounding when she was being exceptionally haughty. She was a girl who wanted the best for her people and ended up making a couple of big mistakes after she became Queen.
At one point, she even compares herself to the enemy queen and the similarities are very eye-opening.
This book wove magic, history, and created a whole new world that didn’t seem far from our own. It was lifelike in its design, characteristics and politics.
I can only aspire to write something so amazing. I hope Erika Johansen writes something again soon as I’m in a serious book hangover.