"These damn inconsiderate people!" This immediate greeting took me off guard. From behind the bagging counter popped a surprisingly tall woman with wild blond hair. She continued her monologue while slamming her purchases on the register belt.
"What?! You can't wait a few seconds?!" She made direct eye contact with me, but the level of her voice was obviously directed to the people waiting, or should I say not waiting behind her.
"You people think that just because you're OLD, you can do whatever the hell you please!" This wild-haired woman was well dressed and beautiful, but the vindictive expression pruned on her flawless skin and harsh commentary spewing out from her ruby red lips contradicted my judgment upon first glance.
"You just watch," she rambled on, occasionally turning around to make a face at the oblivious couple next in line as they put items on the belt. "I'm going to remember this when I get old! And I'm going to piss the hell out of you!"
"I don't think they're going to be around when you get old," I wanted to say. But I held back, considering she towered over me like a monument of live flesh, ready to erupt in volcanic explosion at any moment.
As if the $45 worth of boneless ribs on her order emitted a violent energy from its slaughter, the next customers huffed in puffy anger and complaints with no more reason then Wild Hair Lady. The same old man who wasn't able to wait to fill the belt yelled at everyone when the credit card machine didn't process. The credit card machine took vengeance and stopped working for no reason. The angry torch was then passed to the cashier who gnarled at them both when she had to start the transaction over. It required the grumpy old man to slide his card again. That sent him on the next wild spin.
When the slew of curmudgeons slivered away and out the door, I burnt some organic sage to clear the negative air.
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