Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Daring Destiny ~ Part 14


Rainy forced a smile as she scanned the coupon for a third time. The register again beeped its rejection. “Still won’t take it.”
“Then type it in,” said the woman. “You can apply the discount manually can’t you?”
“I could if it were a valid coupon,” said Rainy. “Since it has expired, I’m afraid there’s little I can do.”
“Let me talk to your manager,” snapped the woman.
“Of course,” said Rainy. She picked up the intercom beside her register. “Cathy to aisle 7 please. Cathy to aisle 7.”
The phone beside Rainy instantly rang. Rainy picked it up.
“It’s Cathy, I’m in the back of the store. It’ll be a minute,” she said. “Is it urgent?”
Rainy held up the phone. “It’s going to be a minute.”
“Fine,” said the woman.
“The customer is willing to wait,” Rainy told Cathy.
Rainy hung up the phone and gave an apologetic look to the next person in line. “Sorry, it’ll be just a bit.”
“Oh sure,” said the purple haired woman. “Make it seem like the delay is all my fault. You know I should just take my business elsewhere …”
As the woman ranted on Rainy caught movement out of the corner of her eye. As she glanced over the wing on the woman’s black butterfly tattoo fluttered. Rainy shook her head and rubbed her eyes.
“Are you even listening?” snapped the woman.
Rainy turned her attention back to the woman’s face. “I am, but there’s nothing I can do until my manager comes up.”
The woman returned to her rant as the butterfly’s wings caught Rainy’s attention again. The world around her faded away as the butterfly’s movement became sharper. Rainy cocked her head and blinked hard, trying to make the tattoo be still. The butterfly flapped its wings twice and then launched off the woman’s shoulder and straight towards Rainy’s face.
Rainy threw her arms up to ward off the bug and let out a cry.
“What’s wrong with you?” snapped the woman. “Are you on drugs?”
Rainy dropped her arms and looked around for the butterfly, only to find it back to being a lifeless tattoo on the angry woman’s shoulder.
“No, I’m …,” Rainy stuttered.
“No wonder you can’t ring up my coupon, you’re high as a kite!”
“Is there a problem?” asked Cathy walking up to Rainy’s register.
“Your cashier is high and can’t ring up a simple coupon,” stated the customer.
“Rainy?” Cathy looked at her with concern. “Are you okay? Honestly, you don’t look so good.”
“I didn’t sleep much last night,” said Rainy, “I think I took my sleeping meds too late. I’m sorry, I should have called in sick.”
“It’s okay,” said Cathy, “go on home and take care of yourself.”
“I can stay,” argued Rainy. She really didn’t want to lose a day’s worth of pay just because her superstitions wouldn’t let her sleep. “I just need some more coffee.”
“Rainy, you have more sick days than I can count,” said Cathy. “Go on, and don’t worry about losing hours today, if you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll lose a lot more than a day’s wage when you catch pneumonia or the flu because you’re so run down.”
“Hello!” called out the angry woman. “I’m the one with a problem here. You’ve got a high cashier wasting my time and money.”

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