Rang up a customer’s order whose name printed out as Mister Wonderful.
Went to tell Fred about how silly that was.
Got caught on the bag holder and popped open the safety pin on my hip that’s holding my pants together.
Adjusted, laughed about it with Fred, then headed towards the checkstand.
Got caught on the bag rack and ripped my pants further.
Had to go upstairs to safety pin a now huge hole in the side of my pants.
Sara laughed at me, and then her pants split too, but on the inside by her thigh.
Headed back to the register, I nearly did the same thing over again when I reached to hand a customer her bags.
… Is it time to go home yet? My pants don’t want to stay on me anymore.