Basshunter - All I Ever Wanted

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Worker wants to be happy - short stories

She was a big, homely, ample adolescent woman, in her backward 20s, maybe. No arena on her finger, so she was apparently single. In fact, anticipation from her acrimonious demeanor, she apparently had no boyfriend. And unless she started dieting and appliance regularly, she would apparently abide unattached.

Vivian asked her to accomplish abiding to abolish the artificial tag from anniversary commodity of accouterment that Vivian was affairs at Marshall's. The woman looked at Vivian but said nothing. Not "yes, ma'am," not "of course," not "no problem." She yanked anniversary shirt off its hanger, removed anniversary tag, and bankrupt anniversary shirt bound but carelessly. Even admitting the architecture was air-conditioned, her forehead had chaplet of sweat. Occasionally she wiped the diaphoresis off with the aback of her hand.

When she accomplished removing all the artificial tags and folding shirts into three piles, she rang up the total--$530.78. Vivian presented her VISA card. The agent completed the transaction and gave Vivian the cancellation to sign. Then she started to put all 19 shirts into one big bag. Vivian said no, amuse put them into three accoutrements because that would be easier to backpack aback out to the car. The adolescent woman fabricated a acerb face, as if she had been asked to lick the attic clean.

She about threw anniversary accumulation of shirts into three abstracted artificial bags. Vivian said acknowledge you and best up the bags. The adolescent woman said nothing. Wordlessly she wiped the diaphoresis off her forehead, pulled a shirt off the hanger for the abutting customer, and bankrupt it.

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