Convenience Store Woman

Maybe people who thought they were being violated felt a bit better when they attacked other people in the same way.

When something was strange, everyone thought they had the right to come stomping in all over your life to figure out why.

Well, I guess anyone who devotes their life to fighting society in order to be free must be pretty sincere about suffering.”

He seemed to have this odd circuitry in his mind that allowed him to see himself only as the victim and never the perpetrator I thought as I watched him.

I find the shape of people’s eyes particularly interesting when they’re being condescending. I see a wariness or a fear of being contradicted or sometimes a belligerent spark ready to jump on any attack. And if they’re unaware of being condescending, their glazed-over eyeballs are steeped in a fluid mix of ecstasy and a sense of superiority.

Infecting each other like this is how we maintain ourselves as human is what I think.

I hear the faint rattle of a new plastic bottle rolling into place as a customer takes one out of the refrigerator, and look up instantly.

Infecting each other like this is how we maintain ourselves as human is what I think.

It is the start of another day, the time when the world wakes up and the cogs of society begin to move. I am one of those cogs, going round and round. I have become a functioning part of the world, rotating in the time of day called morning.

From now on we shall be open twenty-four hours, seven days a week, year-round. Please come and shop here at your convenience.”