Thrifty

3

"This is Daisy, our new employee." My manager introduced me to a girl about my age with her black hair up in a ponytail with hazel-brown eyes hiding behind big pink glasses with freckles speckling her cheeks.

I smiled kindly at her. "Nice to meet you Daisy. I'm Jeremy." I proceeded to teach her how to use the cash register, how to answer the phone, and other duties required of us. "Great job." I said as I peek over her shoulder as the register dinged to indicate a sale has been made. "You'll get the hang of this in no time."

She blushed with my compliment. "Thank you."

"Jeremy honey." We turn to the side to see a couple in their seventies that diverge each other physically. The man is super skinny, wearing a denim hat, Jean's, and a red shirt, hazel eyes, and short white hair. The woman is also in her seventies. She is hefty with a blue blouse, black pants, she's brunette with long hair and brown eyes. Dread began taking over, but I smiled nonetheless.

"Hi grandma. Hi grandpa." I greeted. My grandparents loves shopping at thrift stores and giving me embarrassing gifts that comes from the heart. I know they mean well, but, how do I put this gently? To be frank, it's mortifying. Grandma spotted Daisy standing next to me, and wasted no time.

"My name is Tracy." She shook hands with her. "My, aren't you precious. Jeremy needs a sweet girl like you as a girlfriend."

"Grandma." I can feel my cheeks burning up in embarrassment.

She gave me the stink eye. "Jeremy." She said. "It's time you start dating someone. At this rate, you'll never get married and give me grandbabies." Everyone in the store that heard is snickering with the exception of me and my new co-worker.

"Grandpa." I pleaded for him to put a stop to this, but he just ignored us as he reads magazines in the corner. Content that grandma's attention is on someone other than him.

That's when the radio started playing 'Conga' by Gloria Estefan. My grandma began swaying her hips and twerking. People took their cell phones out to record her dancing as I slowly slunk down and hid behind the counter. "This is all a nightmare, and I shall wake up soon." I closed my eyes hoping that I am dreaming, but the sound of people laughing and cheering reminded me this is reality.