The Starmarket cashier had one item to transact. As she passed it through the scanner, the girl on bag duty asked her, “aren’t you hot?”
The cashier, wearing a jean jacket over her uniform, said that she had been cool earlier and had yet to take off her extra layer. Then, without any apparent prompting, she turned towards the bag girl and lifted up her green Shaws shirt, laughed, and said, “don’t mess with me!” Then, she turned towards me, so that I could see her secret baselayer:
“Yeah,” she said,” when I get mad, you better look out.”
I waited patiently for her to take the money I had taken out during the fashion show. I smiled politely, if a little uncomfortably. I wasn’t about to piss off this lady.

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