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In the Bakery Shop in the
Mall-O-Rama
An
older woman was standing at the counter, patiently waiting for me. She
had beautiful silver hair and was dressed in a soft blue sweater.
"I'd
like two blueberry muffins and a dozen white chocolate coconut cookies
please." As she pointed to the items in the display case, her bracelet
tinkled. It was an unusual piece of jewelry, a bracelet with dozens of
silver charms dangling off the silver links.
"I like
your bracelet," I said.
Her
smile was like a ray of light. "Maybe you'll have one like it some day,"
she said.
I rang
up the order and glanced at the register. But instead of the total, a
message flashed across the digital display.
Fess up! Tell a friend your
secret fear.
Oh, no!
I'd really done it this time. That register was always giving me fits.
But this was way weirder than usual.
I
tapped a few keys and looked at the display again. The message was still
there. What the heck?
I
rubbed my eyes. My hair must be wound too tight and it was causing
hallucinations. Or maybe I was just tired. I had slept over at my best
friend Rani's the night before.
The
woman was looking at me patiently. She had her wallet out, and I
realized I hadn't told her what she owed.
"I'm
sorry. I'm not used to working this machine," I said. Maybe I'd just
have to give her the stuff for free?
I
glanced back at the register one more time. The display read $12.95.
Phew! I told the customer her total and took her money. But all I could
thing was, what is going on? |
