Short Story Compilation

Don't Cut In A Walmart Line

As if I wasn't having a bad enough day, everyone and their brother decided that they needed to go to the local Wal-Mart and make my life that much harder. My roommate just kicked me out, and for some reason, wouldn't explain why, and I have nowhere to go, and very little money until I get paid again. My parents haven't been answering their phones, and neither will the rest of my family. For now, I'll just have to get some essentials and sit somewhere in my car.
After shopping for bread, peanut butter, water, and some pop and snacks, a lady in probably her forties decided that it would be great to cut in front of me in line for the express lane. "Sorry, but I'm in a hurry," she said, completely unapologetically.
I groaned. "Seriously..." The lady glared at me and continued to place her items on the checkout counter. She had what looked like a month's worth of groceries. This lady was wearing worn out yoga pants, a baggy t-shirt that had a hole in it, with greasy-looking hair in a ponytail, and an old gray zip-up sweatshirt with a pack of cigarettes in her pocket. The fact that she was a heavy smoker reflected in her voice.
Don't do anything stupid, Emma.
Saying anything would make your already stressful situation worse.
The lady had finished putting her items on the counter and was waiting for the cashier to finish scanning everything. "When someone tells you that they're in a hurry, don't groan at them," she snarled at me.
"Well maybe you shouldn't cut in the express lane, especially when you obviously have more than ten items. Then people wouldn't groan at you."
"I told you I was in a hurry." The lady rolled her eyes. "I don't have the time to wait in those long lines."
"And I don't have time to wait for people with full carts who cut me in the line for 10 items or less either, lady. Relax, will you?" I stated calmly.
"Little girl don't you even tell me to relax. I've got kids at home that I need to get to." The cashier finally finished scanning the lady's $150 worth of groceries (because she picked the most expensive brand of everything). Then the lady pulled out an EBT card to pay for it all.
Lady, if you don't shut your mouth I might smack you.
"Okay, maybe you do, but if they weren't old enough to take care of themselves long enough for you to go grocery shopping, then you would have just brought them with you. I need to get through this line because I just got kicked out by my roommate and I need to make sure I'll have enough money to put gas in my car."
The lady stared at me for what felt like five minutes. It had only been less than a minute, but the smell of her cigarette-infused breath as she breathed through her mouth was unstandable. The lady huffed and walked out of the store, but not without sticking her middle finger up at me as she walked away. Then I finally got to check out, and thankfully, I still had enough money to put gas in my car.