Thrifty

8

A couple of days pass, and the hooker and the janitor were reported dead. I read it on the news app on my phone. Luckily, they've got go leads on the hooker, and they believed the janitor was so drunk that he accidently drank the insecticide. Even the girl that saw him telling me off didn't seem to report this to the police neither. She must've thought the same thing, and didn't think I was suspicious looking. Sometimes, looking like a dork comes in handy.

My thoughts were cut short as a deer head is being shoved into my face scaring the crap out of me. There is a woman with a toddler tied to her chest with cloth. The toddler screamed as I tried to ring the deer and other items quickly.

Sadly, I needed a couple of price checks and the register froze. As I waited for the computer to reboot, the toddler kept getting louder and more restless. The lady is trying to calm him or her. Hard to tell from behind the counter. That's when the toddler grabbed the lady's car keys and bam. I got whacked on the forehead. "Ow." I rubbed my forehead painfully.

The toddler thought it was funny and giggled at my expense. Feeling lightheaded, I fell forward and the lady screamed for help. For some reason, I can hear music from the wizard of oz in my head before everything went black.

When I came to, one of the old farts that is a regular is breathing into me, and I don't believe it's CPR. I flapped my arms around frantically as everybody watches me in concern. "Are you okay?" the woman with the toddler asked as I wiped my mouth in disgust.

I tried smiling kindly, but I'm pretty sure my eyes looked evil enough to betray it. I was sent to urgent care to be sure I was okay before going home early. I had a band aid on my forehead as I entered, and groaned. What a fun day. I thought to myself sarcastically.