insanity // h.s

three

Song Of the Chapter- Poison& Wine, The Civil Wars

Addie's POV

I hate work.

Like, I know everyone says that, but this is completely serious. I absolutely cannot stand my job.

I'm a cashier at our local grocery store, Morrisons. And people who shop here are literally some of the dumbest people ever.

"This should be 20% off, I have a coupon," a customer argued.

I rolled my eyes and propped my head up with my hand, leaning against the counter, "Ma'am, for the 100th time, this coupon expired in 2011. It's 2013."

"That's not fair!"

Is she serious right now?

"Well, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. Either pay full price for the chips, or leave, I have other customers."

"Fine," she huffed, "you guys just lost a customer."

Wow, a whole one person, I'm so devastated, "okay, ma'am, have a good day."

The lady left with a huff, and I rolled my eyes once again and pulled her bags off the counter, setting them underneath to be put back on the shelves later.

"Addie?" A voice above me called.

I lifted my head up, totally forgetting there was a shelf above me, and knocked my head on the counter.

"Fucking hell!" I cursed, standing up from my spot. I pressed the palm of my hand to where I hit my head, and looked up to see the eyes of a very startled Harry.

"Oh, shit, are you okay," he asked with worried eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I responded, taking my hand away from my head.

"What are you doing here anyways," I asked.

"Um, getting groceries? It is a grocery store..." Harry responded back sarcastically.

"Well no dip I work here," I rolled my eyes. I should probably stop doing that.

"Then why did you ask why I was here?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "I kinda figured you were more of an 'ordering pizza every night', kinda guy."

"Ouch," he faked hurt, putting his hand over his heart as if I had wounded him, "that hurt."

"The truth hurts, Harold," I smirked.

I picked up his groceries, which were just Pepsi and a box of frozen pizza (I told you he was a pizza guy), and rang them through.

"So, you work here," he asked as he pulled out his wallet and handed me a credit card.

"No, I'm just ringing up people to mess with their minds," I chuckled.

He held up his hands defensively, "just trying to make a conversation."

I laughed at that, and then furrowed my eye brows together when I read the screen in front of me.

"Uh, Harry, this credit card is off balance."

"What?"

"It's been canceled, Harry. You can't use it," I explained.

"Shit," I heard him mumble under his breath.

"Do you have cash on you," I asked.

"No," he said, scratching the back of his head.

I felt so bad for him. This was probably incredibly embarrassing for him, and there was a line waiting.

"You know what," I said, "don't worry about it, I'll take it out on my pay check."