The girl at the counter, whose most prominent feature was eyelashes so thick with mascara that they could be seen from behind, was buying a sheef of copy paper. The cashier wondered if she used an inkjet printer.
She did.
Wrong kind of paper.
It’s fine.
Go through about twice as much ink.
It’s fine.
Printer paper is right behind you. It’s on sale.
Really, it’s OK.
Ok…
End up jamming up your cartridges too.
I’ll deal with it.
Well alright…
But I’m just saying.
Goodbye.

And she’s gone. It’s a wonder her eyes didn’t stick together when she blinked.