Audra waves at me, I wave back. She giggles at a feather duster that someone is buying and becomes embarassed about the fact that she was giggling outloud, she quickly puts it down and tries to get back to work.

When I approach her she says,"you know I think if you kill someone or do a crime, then you should be sentenced to work with the public and retail."

"I agree." I say back.

I used to have the same job as her back in 92 but I was fired for telling people how much the job sucked. It seems as though jobs are bit more relaxed or something.

Then I grossed out this lady behind me about signing my check in my own blood because I didn't have a pen.

"You would have to wait till it got brown and dry and smelled like copper." I said.

"Yuck! then my register would smell like rancid chicken blood." Audra announced.

I think that sent the woman behind me into a fury of sighs and grunts.

Heh.