Edward Elric had to hold back an annoyed, impatient sigh as a rude-looking - though obviously not very bright - woman barged her way into the quick-scan aisle with a cart filled with desserts. The woman was obviously overweight and didn't care what people said, as she instantly started throwing her things onto the belt for Ed to scan. She munched loudly on a taco from the Taco Bell Ed used to work at. (He was fired for 'overreacting' and physically damaging the store. Hey, it wasn't his fault people thought he was twelve!)
Not that Walmart was any better.
He monotonously started to scan all of the colorful packages, his stomach growling loudly. The woman couldn't have come five minutes later, could she? He should've been on his lunch break now, and since he missed breakfast, lunch sounded like heaven to him. But he was stuck here, tortured by all these delicious treats he couldn't eat while this fat bit- lady stuffed herself in front of him, while his lunch time slowly ticked away and his stomach raged.
It was enough to drive him insane.
"Hurry up, will you?" the b- woman drawled, bits of taco flying from her mouth.
"I'm going as fast as I can," Ed answered false-politely.
Why the Hell was he working as a cashier at restaurants and stores and all that shit? It was pretty obvious he had neither the patience nor conviction to do these tasks. He would fare much better doing actual physical work or something similar, but apparently there were no jobs like that for a sixteen-year-old with a short complex.
The b- customer continued to pile her sweets onto the counter faster than Ed could scan them and stuff them into bags. It didn't help that the woman wasn't grabbing the full bags and putting them in her cart like a normal person, so he had to stuff them a little more than usual.
It went on like this for a few moments. Ed silently fuming at the stupid b- woman's attitude, the woman ignoring his glare and complaining every few seconds that he was too slow, and a few Walmart workers giving them fearful looks.
The workers knew what Ed got like when he was hungry. A hungry Ed meant a cranky Ed, and a cranky Ed was much more likely to bite someone's head off, go on a short rant, throw a fit, do physical or mental harm, etc...
Especially when some moron used the quick-scan isle meant for ten or less items when they had a cart bulging with, of all things, food.
"You're a little small to be working, aren't you?" the idiotic woman said rudely. "Why don't you leave all the work to the people that can handle it?"
Every Walmart employee that heard her either covered their ears, sighed in anticipation, or ran off to do something that didn't involve listening to the result of the woman's moronity.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A TINY LITTLE BEANSPROUT MIDGET SO SMALL HE CAN'T REACH THE REGISTER?! I'LL SHOVE THESE FUCKING TWINKIES UP YOUR ASS!"
And thus, Walmart lost one of its young employees that couldn't seem to keep a job for more than a couple of months.
Yep.
'Tis the product of my mother's complaints about - you guessed it - Walmart and the idiots that come to shop there.
As you can probably guess, this is a semi-spin-off of The Troubles of Taco Bell.
Poor Ed just can't seem to keep a job, huh? And nobody can seem to stop bothering him about his height...
Pfft. Twinkies. I loved those things...