You normally hit the grocery store after work, since gas is so expensive. But you are trying to avoid Sigal. You come in a little past 9 P M. There the prick bastard is. The only open check out lane. You fume as you grab your synthetic food products and your cart squeals and streaks with each turn. When you check out. Sigal says in a whisper quiet voice that his uncle is a Vietnam vet working here as security. "I told him your a thief and he HATES thieves. Your lucky he is around back on a smoke break or there would be blood on the floor.
"Fuck you very much", You say as you pull the receipt from his clenched fist. It tears away and you only get part of it. So you let it fall to the counter as you make your way out. You don't think its true about his "Vet Uncle", after you. But you will be careful all the same.