I'm not much for small-talk anymore but i try to exchange a wee banter with the person who checks my groceries through. Today, this woman was new (i go every week) and at first glance she seemed 'dark': blonde, kind of scraggly hair with deep black roots; much too thin, too much makeup, eyes darting around, her body moving out of sync with the space around her. I thought to myself, this is the look of fatigue and the look of frustration after being on her feet for eight hours while being paid a little above minimum wage for the honour to do so. You know, that look.
After hello's and "cold outside", i mentioned how some items seemed pricier this week. She made some loud reference to politics and how the US owes us money and that they borrow too much and why don't they give it back and then prices will go down.
Jesus, i thought - what the hell?
I chose to respond with a subdued "Wow" and "this world is certainly whacky" but i could tell she yearned for me to surrender to her disgust and conspiracies.
We left on shaky ground as she cursed the American banking system because the ATM thingie wouldn't take my bank card.
Yup, this world is certainly whacky.
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