“Are they still
there?” Jim asked from behind the counter.
“Yeah.” I had
been watching them quarrel through the window—our store manager and the customer.
“I think the boss is winning.”
Jim smirked. “Are
you sure? Isn’t the customer always right?”
“Not when she
walks out of the store without paying.” I sprayed Windex on the glass and
rubbed circles, my ploy for being at the window and not behind the counter. “Uh,
oh. Here come the cops.”
“What’s she doing
now?”
“Running! And
guess what she left behind?”
“The stolen
goods?”
“Nah. “ I
laughed. “Her high-heeled shoes.”
Let’s see what the others wrote with this prompt:
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