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[robby]

I just needed change, but I had entered Hell.

It was supposed to be a quick in and out. I had a dozen eggs, and two registers were open. A few people in each line, but soon I realized that the asian woman wearing bad skin and one of those bluetooth telephone headsets was returning multiple little boxes of allergy medicine, soon requiring manager approval and receipt signatures.

The second line was my salvation, but the crazy cashier was swiping a customer's impossibly small keyring card, over and over, to no avail. Then the muzak started playing on the store's PA system. It was that shit band from the 70's...America...and their shit hit "Horse With No Name...."

In the desert, you can remember your name, 'cause their ain't no one for to give you no pain...........la, la, la la la la la, la la la.....

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[robby.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I even know how to look for the sticker on fruit and key that in. I asked a guy working on the gas pumps why the pumps were so slow, and he freaked out and told me to ask the management of the gas station. He was real schizoid and touchy, but must have felt bad for being such an asshole, because he came over after a minute, and said that the gas station probably doesn't change their filters enough, and that's why the pumps are slllloooowww.