Saturday, May 7, 2011

"That'll be $1.68."

I handed her the rest of the money in my wallet.

Two dollars.

She stepped back over to the register to retrieve my change.

She moved quickly, and before I was completely aware of the progress of the transaction, I heard the sound of the drawer clicking shut at the end of its linear path and felt the slight metallic chill of the coins that were being dropped into my automatically outstretched hand.

"Do you need a bag?"

"No. Thank you."

I retrieved my item from the counter and turned to leave.

"You're welcome," she responded.

And then her face brightened as she almost melodiously added one extra word.


And I think that I did.

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