A/N: So I tried uploading this earlier today but it wasn't working. Anyway, here's chapter three. And yes, THESE CUSTOMERS EXIST. True stories, each one of them. Also, I noticed I'm switching between past and present tense a lot in this. I was having trouble since I've never really written a story in first person with actually thoughts coming to the surface. I apologize in advance. Just try to ignore the mistakes. Drop me a review if you have any suggestions!

Chapter Three – Sunday, 10 o'clock in the morning

Did I mention I hate Sundays? I fucking hate Sundays.

Luckily, I finished the signs last night so I don't have to worry about that. Especially since it was couponer galore today. I swear to God, everyone and their mothers are out here today. All because every Procter and Gamble product was on sale today and apparently the coupons in today's paper were really good.

Don't get me wrong. I don't mind all couponers. I'm actually pretty friendly with some of them. We have small conversations and they're always very respecting of other customers in line.

But this bitch. She's just getting on my last fucking nerve.

"Okay, this transaction is going to be the Pantene and Herbal Essences."

I rolled my eyes. I don't understand why you need twelve bottles of shampoo and conditioner anyway.

Movement caught my eye and I saw a head of blonde hair join the growing line. She caught my eye and grinned. Well, I didn't think I'd see her again.

"Wait, wait. That +Up Reward didn't go through."

I glared up at the customer. I check the register screen. Coupon has expired. "This expired…" I trailed off, looking for the date, "last week. I can't accept this." I handed it to her.

She looked at it, not moving. "I was told you accept week-late coupons."

"By who?"

"The kid with the Mohawk."

I gritted my teeth. Fucking Puck. Just 'cause he has this thing for much older women doesn't mean he can make my life a living hell. "Fine," I muttered.

The bitch grinned. These are the times I really wished I could hit customers.

"Wait, wait."

"What?" I almost shouted. A guy in the line behind her threw up an arm, clearly frustrated.

"Did the Pantene come up buy one, get one half?"

"Yes," I muttered. I stabbed my finger to the bottom of the credit card machine. "You saved $11.97 right there. Okay?"

"Okay. Continue."

Fucking bitch. I noticed the blonde letting an older couple go in front of her and I smiled. Soon enough, I was going to be able to talk to her.

"Credit," the customer said, handing me her Visa.

"No, you slide it there," I pointed, letting anger drip into my voice.

She rolled her eyes and slid her card. Minutes passed as she dug through her purse. I checked the register before looking at her.

"You have to hit the green button for credit."

She stabbed at the button and collected her bags. I handed her the receipt, not bothering to tell her how many +Up Rewards she received. "Thank you," she muttered, sarcasm etched into her words.

"Uh huh," I replied, not bothering to tell her to have a good day. Bitch could slip on one of her many damn shampoo bottles for all I care.

The next two customers were relatively easy, just Depends for the one and Nyquil for the other. After apologizing for the previous customer, they left.

The older couple bought multiple cards, birthdays they said. I quickly flipped each card over before scanning the bar code. They were pleasant, saying they wished customers wouldn't be so difficult. I agreed vehemently. Soon enough, they left, too.

Frosted Flakes hit the counter. "These are two for $5, right?"

"Yep," I said, not bothering to check. Four customers had already gotten them this morning. "Do you have the Wellness+ card?" I continued.

He looked up at me, confused. "No…"

I sighed. "You need the card to get the sale price."

"You just told me it was two for $5."

I bristled at his tone. "Yes, with the Wellness+ card."

"It didn't say that!"

I pointed to the Mentos. "Right there. 'With Wellness+ card.' It says that on all the sale stickers."

"It didn't say that on the big sign out front."

I rolled my eyes. There always had to be one customer who started bitching about the signs out front. What he's referring to is the marquee boards out front, where we pick four sale items—normally cereal, soda, detergent, and toilet paper—and advertise the sale price. We have two permanent boards right now, a shingles vaccination one and a flu shot one. So we only had Frosted Flakes and Tide advertised.

"We don't have enough room to put 'with Wellness+ card' on each sign."

"That's not my problem."

"And it's not ours. Do you want to sign up for a Wellness+ card or not?" I hissed.

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "No, this is bullshit. You can be sure I'm complaining and you're getting fired."

My hands shook. "Looking forward to it."

He scoffed and stormed out the door, his shoulder catching on the one door when it didn't open fast enough.

I picked up the cereal and slammed them into the Back to Shelf basket. Stupid fucking asshole. Just take the five fucking seconds to sign up for the damn card and you get the fucking sale price.

I tried to still my shaking hands but it was no use.

"Hey there."

I looked up to see the beautiful blonde. I smiled, or at least, I thought I did. It was probably more of a grimace. "Hey."

"Having fun?"

I rolled my eyes. "Loads."

Her eyes sparkled. "Are you working by yourself?"

"Pretty much, yes. Our manager refuses to leave the office," I growled, shaking my head.

I picked up her box of Excedrin, fumbling the find the barcode. Why the fuck couldn't my hands work? I dropped the box and groaned.

A cool hand touched mine, clasping it. I looked up, shocked, to see her frowning. "Relax. Take a deep breath."

I obliged her, thinking 'why the hell not?' and closed my eyes. I took a gulp of air into my lungs, holding it for a couple of seconds before releasing it. I opened my eyes to find her smiling at me.

"There," she grinned, releasing my hand. I frowned at the loss of contact. "I'm in no hurry. I like talking with you, so please, take your time."

A small smile fell on my face as I nodded and managed to scan her Excedrin and Gatorade this time.

"So, what were those two customers bitching about?" she asked, pulling out her debit card.

I hit the Credit/Debit button on the register. "Pretty much, we have a savings card. The first customer was just an OCD couponer who didn't think her total was going to be that much." I shrugged. "Not my fault she didn't calculate it correctly."

"What about that other guy?"

"Mr. Douchey McDouche Pants? God, don't even get me started. We get a handful of customers like that who feel like it's their jobs to make our lives a living hell. It seriously takes two seconds to sign up for a card. I don't see why he couldn't do that."

"Should I sign up for a card?"

Her expression made me smile. "If you want to. I need your license." Shoving her receipt in the bag, I took her ID and scanned the back. Brittany S. Pierce. I'd have to remember that. "I need a phone number."

As she told me the number, movement caught my attention. An older woman was over in photo, glaring at me. I averted my eyes quickly, looking back at Brittany. "You're all good," I said. "Just remember—"

"Excuse me!"

What. The. Fuck. I whipped my head towards the woman down by photo.

"Yes?" I said through my teeth.

"Is there anyone who can help me down here?"

"I'm the only one up front so you're going to have to wait until I'm done here," I growled. What was wrong with people today?

"I've been standing here for five minutes!"

"There was a line. If you had waited up here, I could have assisted you sooner."

Brittany touched my arm. I looked up at her. "Stop," she mouthed.

"Well, when you're done socializing, I'd like a little help down here," she muttered.

I tilted my head and lifted my eyebrows, directing my gaze to Brittany. She shrugged, a small smile on her face.

I really think God hates me. He puts a beautiful, leggy blonde in my life only to tease me with brief conversations interrupted by angry customers.

No me gusta.

"Thank you very much for your assistance and for explaining the benefits of the Wellness+ card," she said, louder than she was talking earlier. I watched her sneakily glance toward the woman and I grinned.

"No problem. I'm glad I could be of service to you," I said, equally loud. My face flushed for a second, actually forming a mental image of servicing her. Dear Lord…

She grinned and hooked her bag in her hand. "I'll see you again soon."

"I'll be here," I smiled.

She waved, skipping out the door. I watched, smiling to myself. Maybe God did like me.

"Excuse me!"

Maybe not.

"What do you want?" I muttered, walking over there.