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at the supermarket
Dec. 17th, 2024 08:12 pmThe cashier was friendly, chatting with people as they came through. The woman ahead of me was buying just icing in a squeezy tube--two tubes of it.
"You decorating cookies? I love decorating cookies!" the cashier said. The customer allowed as to how she had a special recipe for cookies that used cake batter, and yes, she'd be decorating them, and the cashier seemed genuinely thrilled to hear it.
This cashier, she was quite pretty. She wasn't super young--not a high school student or a college-aged kid--but she wasn't old either. Maybe early thirties. Maybe mid thirties. She had expressively draw-on eyebrows, sort of 1920s style, long and arching. She had pale-ish skin and eyes, a wide mouth, and oiled curled hair that was dyed a deep auburn.
So I was quite tickled when it was my turn and I saw her name tag read JOLENE.
Jolene, I don't know if you'd be my man's cup of tea, but I think you're the best!
(I drew this picture of her.)
"You decorating cookies? I love decorating cookies!" the cashier said. The customer allowed as to how she had a special recipe for cookies that used cake batter, and yes, she'd be decorating them, and the cashier seemed genuinely thrilled to hear it.
This cashier, she was quite pretty. She wasn't super young--not a high school student or a college-aged kid--but she wasn't old either. Maybe early thirties. Maybe mid thirties. She had expressively draw-on eyebrows, sort of 1920s style, long and arching. She had pale-ish skin and eyes, a wide mouth, and oiled curled hair that was dyed a deep auburn.
So I was quite tickled when it was my turn and I saw her name tag read JOLENE.
Jolene, I don't know if you'd be my man's cup of tea, but I think you're the best!
(I drew this picture of her.)
