Day of Reckoning
“When the day of reckoning comes,” she muttered, “I hope the fella who decided the bread should be on one side of the store, and the milk should be on the other side, gets tossed into the lake of fire.”
At the checkout, an acne-tormented youth asked if everything was ok. “I’d like to know,” she hissed into his face, “who thinks I want Rod-damn-Stewart screaming over my head from every speaker in the store, when all I want is to get in and get out before someone gets hurt.”
“Paper or plastic, Ma’am?”
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