Over six months feels like this
I got a cup of coffee at the gas station. There was a new cashier there. I am used to seeing the same guy every morning. He's about six foot three and he boxes. He's always happy to see me. I'm not sure if he is happy to see me because that's what his job entails or if he is really happy to see me.
I grabbed a 24 ounce cup and was thankful that they brewed the light roast coffee. I was also happy that they had the cups back again because they had been out of 24 ounce cups for a while and the 24 ounce cups are the best option because if you like drinking coffee, well, you receive way more for about twenty cents more. My total is always $1.56. The new cashier walked by me and I told her that I always purchase a 24 ounce cup of coffee and that the light roast option is my favorite option. She went to the back room and I thought about how she trusted me to not just grab a bunch of product off the shelf and run out with it, then I imagined doing it. Before I could finish my day dream, she walked back out from the back room. She had been back there for a total of forty seconds, maybe. I grabbed the individually wrapped creamers and put about ten in my coffee. There were no lids. I told her that there were no lids and she said, 'Yeahhhh...I knowww...We are going to transfer some from the other store.." I resentfully recalled how my regular cashier was telling me that I should complain about the story manager, Judy is her name. Judy demoted him from his assistant store manager position because of some arbitrary reason and I always notice Judy snapping at workers and making them walk on egg shells. After thinking about how upset he was the day he told me that, I was reminded that I need to write a complaint about her behavior and support my fellow worker, running on the wheel while bosses and yuppies tap on cages. I told the new cashier that I couldn't stand Judy and that I thought Judy was a snappy bitch and that she treats her employees like shit. I put the 24 ounce cup of coffee in a medium and it also filled up half of a small cup. The new cashier told me that she would only charge me for a small cup of coffee. She was all smiles when I reviewed the store manager. I could tell she felt a sense of liberation with my words of customer complaints about that cunt, Judy.
I left the gas station and walked down the hill to my Narcotics Anonymous meeting. Jonny was sharing about how he stole from his mother, his life was unmanageable, all the times he wanted to die and how it is now. I'm pretty sure the woman sitting next to me with the fucking Melissa Etheridge lions mane haircut, her leg over her other spray on tan leg..bouncing up and down, chewing gum, not covering her fucking smoker's cough mouth and whispering to her friend, probably about how much of a cocksucker she is while Jonny stood there talking about how he wanted to die and incomprehensible demoralization knew just how annoying she was. I ended up leaving at the end of his chair. I went to the local coffee shop and sat there waiting for my sponsor and people watching. Nobody was entertaining enough to remember. I didn't have any thoughts that were good enough to write about.
I grabbed a 24 ounce cup and was thankful that they brewed the light roast coffee. I was also happy that they had the cups back again because they had been out of 24 ounce cups for a while and the 24 ounce cups are the best option because if you like drinking coffee, well, you receive way more for about twenty cents more. My total is always $1.56. The new cashier walked by me and I told her that I always purchase a 24 ounce cup of coffee and that the light roast option is my favorite option. She went to the back room and I thought about how she trusted me to not just grab a bunch of product off the shelf and run out with it, then I imagined doing it. Before I could finish my day dream, she walked back out from the back room. She had been back there for a total of forty seconds, maybe. I grabbed the individually wrapped creamers and put about ten in my coffee. There were no lids. I told her that there were no lids and she said, 'Yeahhhh...I knowww...We are going to transfer some from the other store.." I resentfully recalled how my regular cashier was telling me that I should complain about the story manager, Judy is her name. Judy demoted him from his assistant store manager position because of some arbitrary reason and I always notice Judy snapping at workers and making them walk on egg shells. After thinking about how upset he was the day he told me that, I was reminded that I need to write a complaint about her behavior and support my fellow worker, running on the wheel while bosses and yuppies tap on cages. I told the new cashier that I couldn't stand Judy and that I thought Judy was a snappy bitch and that she treats her employees like shit. I put the 24 ounce cup of coffee in a medium and it also filled up half of a small cup. The new cashier told me that she would only charge me for a small cup of coffee. She was all smiles when I reviewed the store manager. I could tell she felt a sense of liberation with my words of customer complaints about that cunt, Judy.
I left the gas station and walked down the hill to my Narcotics Anonymous meeting. Jonny was sharing about how he stole from his mother, his life was unmanageable, all the times he wanted to die and how it is now. I'm pretty sure the woman sitting next to me with the fucking Melissa Etheridge lions mane haircut, her leg over her other spray on tan leg..bouncing up and down, chewing gum, not covering her fucking smoker's cough mouth and whispering to her friend, probably about how much of a cocksucker she is while Jonny stood there talking about how he wanted to die and incomprehensible demoralization knew just how annoying she was. I ended up leaving at the end of his chair. I went to the local coffee shop and sat there waiting for my sponsor and people watching. Nobody was entertaining enough to remember. I didn't have any thoughts that were good enough to write about.