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"Excuse me," a voice called. The speaker was in the periphery of her vision as she hauled the precariously stacked pallet of dog food through the store.
'Man,' Stella groaned inwardly as she brought the load to a halt, still afraid after all this time that the pallet would remain in motion and run her down despite her best efforts.
"Yes sir?" She turned on her most friendly customer service voice as she glanced in front of and then behind either side of her load in search of the speaker. "May I help you?"
"Yes," suddenly the customer was standing in front of her, nearly too close. She could smell the remnants of his after shave, as well as the strong odor of alcohol.
'Great,' she thought, 'another drunk.'
She'd been stopped by three tonight already. At this rate she would probably get called to the office and receive a long lecture about her lack of productivity.
"How may I help you?" Stella rephrased her question. The drunk in front of her responded by dropping his pants, throwing both arms into the air and helicoptering his manly bits.
"Pudding!" he shrieked.
"You can find that on aisle twelve, sir," Stella replied tonelessly. This wasn't her first encounter with the drunk and disorderly, and she had learned long ago that it was best not to engage with them. This man, however, exceeded her expectations. Upon learning where to find his precious pudding, he proceeded to grab the startled sales girl by the waist and sweep her backwards in a passionate kiss. If she was honest, it was the most action she'd had in a long time. As the man sauntered off leaving his pants behind, Stella pressed the talk button on her headset. "Naked drunk on aisle twelve."
"Aw hell," overnight manager Maxwell's voice echoed in her ear, "Another one?"
"Why do they all want pudding?" came Carla the cashier's input.
"Because pudding is awesome?" Suggested Sean the backroom supervisor.
"I know I'll never be able to look at the stuff the same way again." Stella answered dryly, resuming her task. She would be relieved when this night was finally over.
The music playing from the loud speaker throughout the store made her head hurt. It was a song she had loved at one point, before she had had to listen to it ten times in one shift. Now it made her nauseous whenever it played. She had dropped her pallet in the pets department, and had another in route to the canned vegetable aisle. Max had asked her to stock this one. It would be a monotonous task that would take her the rest of night.
She still had that awful song stuck in her head even as she drove home and let herself into her apartment. Stella yawned. The sun was just starting to rise.
Weasley, her enormous orange striped cat greeted her at the front door, and weaved between her feet as she crossed the living room and slumped onto the couch.
"Hey, buddy," she greeted the feline, her voice muffled by a mouth full of fur. The cat had leapt up on to her stomach and was sitting on her chest purring contentedly, his head on her face. The two stayed like that until the cat got bored and hopped off the couch, meowing loudly, probably wanting to be fed. Stella groaned, not eager to be back on her feet after her long night at work. "Yes master."
Once the cat was fed, she returned to her couch and picked up the Supernatural book she was reading. The adventurous adventures of Sam and Dean never failed to make her temporarily forget about her pathetic life, her boring dead-end job and her freezer full of sad frozen dinners for one.
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