Unity
Ch.67: Applying
It was the next afternoon that a detour took place. Instead of heading home, I made my way to the movie store. Of course, I made sure to let Pinkie know, and that our PS2 playing would have to wait a moment. I thought it was a bit strange. For February, the day was pretty warm. 68 degrees, to be exact.
A blast of air conditioning hit me like a truck as I entered the store. Other than the cashier, who was a pink-haired girl in her early 30s, the store was empty on the sales floor. I walked on over to the girl.
She smiled. "Anything I can help you find?"
I chuckled. "I just need a job application."
Her face fell and she crossed her arms. "Fuck no. I'm not giving you one, you asshole."
I frowned in deep confusion. "What did I do?"
"You ain't taking my job!" she fumed. "You are already an entitled bitch from the UBI- why don't you go see if you can cry to your little girlfriend?"
My voice was calm, though I was pretty unhappy.
"I want to see your manager."
"Is there a problem?" I heard immediately, as I saw Filmmaker come in from the back. I nodded.
"She just told me I could not have an application, accused me of being a welfare bum, and insulted my girlfriend."
The look Filmmaker gave her employee could have burned through iron. She took a deep breath, counting back from ten on her fingers. She then spoke.
"We will discuss this later, Starscout" Filmmaker said firmly. She then looked at me apologetically.
"Come with me back to the office. You can fill out your application here if you want."
I did just that. That Friday, an educational question was asked by Twilight.