DAY 326, SUNDAY, AUGUST
T: Do you have any horror stories yet?
L: What? I wasn't paying attention.
T: I can see that. What's so interesting about a video game?
L: Have we not had this conversation before?
T: Probably.
L: What were you asking me?
T: If you had any horror stories yet.
L: From where would I get those?
T: The store. A rude customer, someone without shoes, a crying child clinging onto you...
L: I have seen someone walking bare feet in the store.
T: There we go.
L: But that's not a horror story, is it?
T: Not horror per se, but we call it that. They're just... stories. Things that don't happen every day you're there.
L: I got the no-shoes-lady.
T: Anything else?
L: Why do you want to know?
T: Just making conversation.
L: And? I feel like there's more.
T: Also to see if you hate work enough already to be an official part of the group.
L: I need to hate work to be allowed to hang with my coworkers?
T: Yeah. Just to make sure we all have something in common.
L: Oh, is that how that works?
T: Making friends? Yeah. It takes something in common. Usually at least.
L: I see. That explains a lot actually. I might have broken the system then. Or not, technically.
T: Explain.
L: I have become friends with H. And since the rest of the group is friends with H, we'll have that in common.
T: You're friends with H?
L: Yeah. If you ask me at least. I don't know what they would answer to that question.
T: More than strangers.
L: Yeah.
T: I guess that would work. But seriously, no weird stories yet? You've worked there for a month now.
L: One and a half, actually.
T: Even better. No stories at all?
L: Well, there was this one time I was really annoyed.
T: Go ahead.
L: It was on a Saturday. I worked morning as well as afternoon. I knew we restocked pretty much the whole store.
T: Right.
L: That afternoon some customer comes up to me to ask if we still had... shampoo I think it was. Maybe conditioner.
T: Okay.
L: So I said if there's nothing left on the shelf we don't have it anymore. Then he asked me to check in the stock room to make sure there was absolutely nothing left.
T: Oh, that type of customer.
L: I told him there's no need to do that since we stocked everything that morning.
T: Did he keep insisting?
L: He did.
T: What did you do?
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The Stockers (Completed)
Teen Fiction'If I live through this, I can do anything I want. No experience will ever be as awful as this one. I'll come out the other way stronger than ever.' Six stock clerks fight against fatigue and boredom in the store they work at. It creates a bond stro...
