100 Words - Hot Clerk
Every week for the last month it’s been the same. The hot gray-haired clerk glares at me over her glasses and the young bag girl smiles at me. Today the girl caught up to me outside and asked, “Are you ever going to ask out Shirley?” The ran back into the store.
So two days later, embolden by the bag girl’s question. I asked out the clerk. She gave me the death stare and said, “Never.” Not just no, but never. The only thing that saved my failing dignity, was that the bag girl was as shocked as I was.