There are those of us that are forced into a corner, and made to do something that is too repetitive. I speak of the ones doing the fast and dirty deed known as cashers. As this young girl (age is unknown at this point, deal with it) is going threw the daily motions her thoughts wonder. "I wonder why guys are so smelly. I mean it takes no time at all to clean yourself. Brushing your teeth takes what, 3 mins at the most. Flossing just about the same. Shower where you are not in there to enjoy yourself but to clean yourself, about 5 to 10 mins. Washing your cloths doesn't even take any effort as long as you have change or a washing machine. Even if you don't have a dryer you can just hang it to dry. Why is this ssssoooo difficult to comprehend. I find the time to do all that everyd-". With her thoughts suddenly cut off by a man who looked like s**t had beat the s**t out of him walked in. ".......Can I help you?" she asked. "Yes you can, I would love a double double decker death burger, 2 large fries bundles, a medium pop and a medium ice tea." "Ok, would you also like me to call an ambulance. Or do you want to wait till after you eat your heart attack meal?" After having a s**t day the man couldn't help but chuckle to himself to the refreshing demeanor of this girl. "Well it sure beats the food I would be getting at the hospital." "Just keep consious long enough to eat, that's all I ask." She said slily. "It's a deal" he smiled. After injesting his Go Die meal he started to leave. "Guy, you sure you wanna just be on your way. I'm sure I can get you a ride to the hospital. Won't even take 2 mins to get you there." "My whole body is more then willing to do that. I can't do that yet though. There is someone I have to find first. Nice meeting you." Watching him walk out the door made her wonder if he would be alright. He did seem determened, despite looking like he been hit by a train.
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