Sighing as she mustered a smile, Carrie flipped the ON light to her register and made immediate eye contact with a scowling middle-aged man. His paunchy stomach strained against the light blue cotton of his taut tee-shirt.
He grunted as he placed a jar of green olives in front of her.
The corners of Carrie’s lips rose to smile as she began, “Welcome to–”
“Save it,” the man grumbled. Reaching into his pants pocket he retrieved a few crumpled dollar bills and several coins. “Here,” he growled, flicking two of the bills toward her as he glanced at the lighted numbers on the screen.
“Two and a nickel.” He picked through the change and left the remainder, then picked up his jar of olives and left.
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