Tuesday, December 11, 2012

100 Words a Day 124

The cashier line was long. Matthew shifted his feet in agitation. He looked at his cellphone again; the minutes were screaming by. “Why doesn’t this ever happen at work?” he muttered to himself.

“Excuse me?” the woman in front of him asked, turning towards him.

 “Huh,” he responded, not realizing he had spoken so loud, “oh, nothing,” he responded, embarrassed.

Matthew looked down at the floor, sighing. Matthew shuffled along slowly with the line, but it didn’t seem to be getting shorter. He did his best to keep his agitation to himself. He was never going to make his date.

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