One Item Limit

by Tlogmer
originally published at 09:20PM on Thursday, March 15, 2007

“You know, by England.” She was behind the register again, typing and chewing gum.

“Uh, yeah.” He shifted uncertainly and thumbed through his wallet for a ten.

She grabbed the bill, bagged the items in one fluid movement – “six twenty eight” – then handed back his change, and he started the long walk out; the door was maybe fifty feet, and the parking lot beyond invisible behind paperboard but sunny – or, no, wasn’t it night now? – and something made him turn.

“Why a two item limit, anyway?”

“Hey, don’t ask me, I don’t work here.” Helpless smile.

The chords were unhooked by now; she took the cash register under her arm and followed him out the door.