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kingeditorSo then, it was all over. (Never over. Never OVER. Over where?) He didn't really know what to do with himself after the last of the shoppers had been dispatched. (Dispatch! Dispatch -- this is bus 412, where are you, dispatch?) Realizing he was still carrying the bat, he made himself busy, by returning it to the aisle from whence it came, but then agonized over putting used merchandise back on the open sales floor. That was for Customer Service to attend to.
Uncertain, he held onto the bat, using it like a walking cane. thrumm. clank. thrumm. clank. thrumm. clank. He found himself back up at the checkout lanes, where Grant-Package and Grant-Package-Friend were hugging and cleaning up. He stood awkwardly, before remembering he needed to sweep and clear. Where had the shoppers come from? He went down the short hall to the office (Larry's desk, Larry had not clocked in today.) and flicked through the monitors (Miami Vice, 7PM Thursdays! Golden Girls, 4PM weekdays on CTV!) and then he found what he was looking for. The #3 loading dock door was wedged open, a shopper half-in, half-out (50/50 tickets for this week's draw are available at Customer Service! Gwen used to be really good at selling the 50/50 draw tickets. Gwen Lawrenson, employee of the month Feb. 2016.)
He made for the loading dock, and helped out the shopper. ('Our customers -- we appreciate YOU!' Ryan wore that button on his usual overshirt.) Confirming the loading dock was closed and safe, he made his way back out to the checkout. Didn't really know what he was supposed to say to these shoppers. It had been a long time since he had seen these kind of shoppers. He stood a long time before he spoke, and when he did, it sounded like he hadn't used his voice in a long time.
"Hi." The pause was long enough to run a freight train through. "I'm Ryan. I work in Electronics and Home Furnishings." He swayed slightly, like he was thinking of moving on, but just stood still, swaying slightly. His eyes never quite met theirs. "Sorry about your head, Grant-Package. Didn't know if you was... were a good one, or a bad one."
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Uncertain, he held onto the bat, using it like a walking cane. thrumm. clank. thrumm. clank. thrumm. clank. He found himself back up at the checkout lanes, where Grant-Package and Grant-Package-Friend were hugging and cleaning up. He stood awkwardly, before remembering he needed to sweep and clear. Where had the shoppers come from? He went down the short hall to the office (Larry's desk, Larry had not clocked in today.) and flicked through the monitors (Miami Vice, 7PM Thursdays! Golden Girls, 4PM weekdays on CTV!) and then he found what he was looking for. The #3 loading dock door was wedged open, a shopper half-in, half-out (50/50 tickets for this week's draw are available at Customer Service! Gwen used to be really good at selling the 50/50 draw tickets. Gwen Lawrenson, employee of the month Feb. 2016.)
He made for the loading dock, and helped out the shopper. ('Our customers -- we appreciate YOU!' Ryan wore that button on his usual overshirt.) Confirming the loading dock was closed and safe, he made his way back out to the checkout. Didn't really know what he was supposed to say to these shoppers. It had been a long time since he had seen these kind of shoppers. He stood a long time before he spoke, and when he did, it sounded like he hadn't used his voice in a long time.
"Hi." The pause was long enough to run a freight train through. "I'm Ryan. I work in Electronics and Home Furnishings." He swayed slightly, like he was thinking of moving on, but just stood still, swaying slightly. His eyes never quite met theirs. "Sorry about your head, Grant-Package. Didn't know if you was... were a good one, or a bad one."
@The DudeMan @Lady of Lore