CASH REGISTER

By Andy Padjen | 15 February 2006

I was standing in front of the cash register at Jewel. And I was a little, ya know, nervous. The girl began scanning my items, which felt somewhat intimate. Then she asked me how I was doing today, and I thought that was nice. But I got all, ya know, shy about it and didn’t know what to say. So I blurted out something about how the soul is capable of expanding like a balloon. And that I had read that recently and that I guess I was doing fine.

At that point I couldn’t look up. When I finally did look up, I saw her smiling, and she said she’d like to hear more about it next time.

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