but so anyway....he tells me what he wants,
I get it, turns around, and sees (e) talking with (s),
so I just called her pleadingly so she'll
take care of the money end, and I don't have to do everything
because for the life of me, I could not.
it was all I could do to stuff the bag, dammit.
embarrassing as hell remembering now.
but anyway, he left, thank goodness, and I just
crumpled to the ground, behind the cash register.
it took me a couple of seconds to recover myself.
...or more actually... but I was beetred. seriously.
I looked in the mirror because we have one
right there. one of the walls is a mirror, in fact.
"damn, I'm obvious," I said, and (e) tells me,
"yeah, you are." thank you.
I didn't need to know that, darnit.
so...I'm taking my time recovering my face color...
and (s) comes back, so I'm like,
"did you have to do that?" and she laughs,
and suggests I go take my break.