...So keep your money the hell out of it.
Seriously. So gross. I was sitting at the register tonight, pen and paper out, with absolutely no ideas whatsoever. Then some ragged toothless ho bag comes up, struggles with her arm, elbow deep into her shirt, and pulls out $60 in twenties and hands them to me. I picked them from her hand with two fingers and instantly shoved them at the bottom of the drawer so I wouldn't have to encounter them for the rest of the night. I then drowned my hands in hand sanitzer.
The second her hand went in, it was like two sticks being rubbed together to create the first fire in the prehistoric cave that is the area above my head. Inspiration struck in ways that have never been done before. I was concerned that by day three I was already out of ideas, and this comes along. I couldn't have asked for a better and yet more realistically horrifying experience at the register tonight.
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