graveyard shifts bring a quiet longing for social interactions with something other than the buzz of the slushy machine but I'm in dire need of money to pay for my apartment well not in dire need but..... never mind.
and as always 1:30 am strikes and in walks the lanky boy on time as always.
he doesn't let me down any night,
he's usually the highlight of my shift and it's pretty sad.
"hello" he smiles placing a packet of the sort down followed by a bag of gummy bears
"beautiful combo there, condoms and gummy bears" I chuckle as I ring him up
his face turns s light crimson shade as he hands me a crisp ten dollar bill
"keep the change layla" he winks and walks out looking quite proud of himself
"stupid name tag leaving me with mr. mystery smh" mumbling to myself waiting for my shift to be over.
condom boy struck again.
he must have like a lot of sex if he buys condoms every night.
what the hell this breadstick boy gets more ass than me.
to be fair he is very attractive
well so am I damn it
as I finish arguing with myself and clean up a bit I notice it's nearing the end of my shift and I patiently wait for my coworker to show up while I day dream of all the sleep I'm going to get.
amen.
I drive home with music blaring as I sing off key.
I shower.
I go to sleep.
this is the peak of my life.
