Guns,,

4,,

//Phil

The candle shop is like heaven for me. Make fun of me if you want but you can't deny you wouldn't like a scented candle right about now. I already have about 5 candles in my hand right now. One is vanilla most, another is honey dream. The rest I don't know the name of they just smell good. I grab one more candle off a shelf. I think that's enough for today. This many candles might last me three days. I walk up to the register to checkout my candles. The lady looks at me like I have a problem or something. Can't a man just enjoy his scented candles without being judged? She's looks like she doesn't want to be here. If I was her this would be my dream job! Imagine smelling all those wonderful candles all day. "Your total is £45.32." She said in the most monotone voice I've ever heard. "Here you go!" I handed her correct amount of change. "Whatever." She seemed down so I decided to compliment her. "Your hair looks very nice, it compliments your eyes very well." "Thanks." She said again in a monotone voice. She couldn't fool me though, I could see she was blushing. "Have a nice night." I said.

"Time to head home I guess."