there was a black plastic stool behind the cash register counter

when he first saw it it struck him odd  you couldnt sit on it and manage transactions with customers boxing or bagging their liquor working the cash and coin in and out of the register drawer

so he asked it

the manager explained it was a remnant of an employee who complained that she couldnt be expected to stand her entire shift  she insisted  and legally if she must  that the company had to provide her a stool so she could get off her feet between sales and during lulls

he was confused  Didnt cashiers then have other responsibilities to attend to as we do now

Yes

Alright

You said its a remnant

I did

You the company provided the stool

Yes

Then you enforced her obligations on the floor

Yes

And she quit

No  She attempted to sue the company  Her suit failed  Then she quit showing up for her assigned hours

I take it officially shes still on the books

She is

Oh Boy

he returned early from his lunch break and pulled the stool out from amid the stacks of liquor boxes and sat on it behind the counter behind a closed cash register

he began scribbling down an idea on a long receipt he pulled out of a black plastic trashcan beside the station

So youre who writes like  it came over his shoulder

he turned

a new coworker

she wore a shortsleeved tshirt 

colored tattoo-sleeves covered her arms

as he said Yes thats my writing his eyes drifted past her red aproned hip to a slip of paper covering the face of a box with liquor bottle necks sticking up out of it

he recognised that what his eyes fed his mind was incorrectits playful dyslexia having its way with him yet again 

he chuckled

she saw where his was looking and checked her apronWhat

Not you  Behind you  The writing on the paper on the box of liquor were holding

she looked at pointed to the name affixed to the box  Lou Pusey she said

Yes  Pusey

Its a funny name isnt it

Oh Funnier than I can say in our setting

confusion screwed up her face What

As I said funnier than I can say  A little game my eyes play with me

What

Ill tell you if you can remember  Some other time outside of work

she looked at Lou Pusey on the slip of paper in black magicmarker again  and shrugged  Okay  Ill remember

You remember Ill share

when he looked at the page past her hip his eyes said to him  Loose Pussy

she unfortunately happened to be standing right there

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