A "Cents" of Loneliness
“I’m not satisfied with the orange I just bought.”
Steve yawned and looked blankly at the old lady.
“Sorry?”
“You should be. It wasn’t good at all, I want my money back.”
Steve glanced at the long line.
“Do you have your receipt?”
She handed him a piece of paper over the desk.
“The produce here just isn’t good at all.”
Oranges @ .69/lb……………………………………………$00.31
“Do you have the orange?”
“No, I ate it. It wasn’t good at all.”
Steve sighed as he opened the register and counted out the change.
“Here you go Ms. Phillips. Have a nice day, see you again tomorrow.”