Melanie
Woman
[A woman walks up to the checkout aisle with a small buggy. In the buggy is some rope, a bag of cucumbers, and a copy of E. L. James's "Fifty Shades of Gray." The woman is average in appearance. She has straight blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders and brown eyes that are looking down at her basket nervously as if she's embarrassed at her purchase. Melanie eyes the basket questioningly, nose scrunched in disgust, before grabbing the first item and scanning it.]
"...Interesting basket you got there."
[The woman nods.]
"What are you planning to do with this?" [Melanie holds up the rope and the cucumber.]
[She panics and looks around the store, avoiding Melanie's skeptical glare.] "I'm a...roleplay enthusiast? Yeah! That's it. That's what I am..."
[Thinking] "That doesn't help your case." [Out loud] "What are you acting out exactly?"
"Um...Veggietales?"
"That'll be 20 bucks even. Cash or card."
[The woman fished a twenty out of her pocket and handed it to her. Melanie scrunched her nose before taking it as if she might've had...something on her hands. The woman looked down at her cart and rushed away, people staring at her oddly.]
"Geez. What happened to just getting a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day."
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Cashier
Short Story|Highest Ranking in Short Story: #202 (9/30/17| Melanie Stevens is a judgmental bitch. Luckily, her new job gives her a lot of people to judge. "Seriously, who buys a shopping cart full of silly string and cream cheese?"
