The Beatles: A Mini-series

Ringo (1965)

"So I just press this button to open the register?" He asked.
"Yep." I replied. He pressed the button and smiled. What a weird guy, smiling at a bloody button, I thought to myself.
"Hey, break time." I muttered to him. He nodded and followed me into the back room.
"Want a biscuit?" I asked, holding out a chocolate one. He nodded and thanked me as he delicately took the treat.
"Oh by the way, I never caught your name."
"Well it never ran off for you to catch it," he joked.
I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, don't be sly. What's your name?"
"It's..um..uh-R-Rick." He said nervously.
I cocked an eyebrow. "Really? You don't seem too sure."
"Well, that's my name. Question caught me off guard." He bit into the biscuit and directed his eyes to the newspaper.
"How did that possibly catch you off guard."
'Rick' shrugged. His leg shook as he read the paper.
I looked at him closely. His face looked really familiar. No defined jawline, thin face, blue eyes, and big lips...
"Oh my god," my eyes widened. "You're Ringo Starr aren't you?"
"N-no. Ringo has dark hair. As you can see, I have blonde hair. And a mustache." He smiled and it gave him away.
"Nope, you're Ringo. What are you doing here?"
He sighed. "I-I wanted to try out having a normal life and job for a day. Heh, I know it sounds real silly, but I was curious. So I got this ridiculous disguise and asked the manager for a shot."
"Wow, wish I would've gotten the job that easy," I smirked.
"Well, learn how to play drums and join a super successful band."
"If only it were that easy."
"Yeah.."
"Well, I'll keep it a secret."
"Thanks. Oh, looks like break is over. I still need help ya know."
I chuckled. "Yes, I am fully aware of that. Sorry, but you did sort of bad out there."
Ringo shrugged. "Hey, it's my first day." And he grinned that adorable grin.

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"That'll be 5 pounds ma'am," Ringo said to the woman. She frowned at him.
"The label said it was only three!"
"Uhm..can I see the label please?" The woman aggressively handed the item to Ringo.
He looked at the label and chuckled bashfully. "Yes, you're right. My mistake." Ringo rang up the right purchase and as the lady walked away she muttered, "If you can't even read why do you have a bloody job."
"Hey, don't worry about her Ringo. She was a bitch," I tried to comfort him.
He shrugged. "I'm not worried. It's not like I have to keep this job."
"Okay, yes, but just a helpful tip: you might want to act like you want this job. Ya know, to not seem suspicious."
"Good point."
"Hey, I need you to go grab a water in aisle 3."
"On it!" Ringo walked off and I stood at the register, ready to ring something else up.
"Oh Rin-Rick grab me some pop too!" I shouted to him as a customer handed me an item.
"Got I-woah!" Ringo yelled as he crashed into a shelf. Everyone looked as he slowly got up and said, "I-I'm okay!" I put my fingers on my temples and closed my eyes in frustration.
I looked up again and saw Ringo bashfully smiling as he accidentally bumped into a woman.

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    "Well, that was painful to watch," I laughed as we walked out the store.
    "Was it really that bad?"
    "Straight up."
    "At least-"
    "At least you don't need the job, I know. You brag a lot. You know that?"
    He chuckled. "Sorry. Wasn't aware."
   "To be honest, I'm going to miss working with you. I enjoyed watching you muck everything up."
   "I liked working with you too. Hey, when do you get off work Friday?"
   "3 I believe."
   "3 what?"
   "Oh brother." I mumbled. "3 am." I said sarcastically. "No, 3pm obviously."
    "Okay, great. See you after work."
    "Why? What are-"
    "You'll see. Rick is full of surprises." He smiled and walked off. I smiled too and went to my car.